#prxenuntius

[deathfavor]

@prxenuntius​​ said: 001.   a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork . (for Hanma. I picture original timeline Baji if you'd like to make that a thread instead of a drabble of your own ~)

scenery rp meme   001.   a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork .

   It wasn’t abnormal to find Hanma pretty much anywhere where things might be on the rough side. The Reaper was always seeking entertainment. Sometimes there was some funny shit that happened here at the parlor. It’s where he’d come a few years back to get Sin and Punishment tattooed on his own hands. If nothing else, it was a nice spot to smoke and talk shit with some of the people despite the age difference. No one tended to question Hanma with his towering figure and eyes glowing like a beast on the prowl.

   His head turns when the door chimes to announce a new person. Hanma exhales a lungful of smoke in contemplation. Maybe he’d start something, maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe the person would run at the sight of his tattoos. Eh. Anything was better than the boredom gnawing at his brain like hyenas at a fallen zebra. Hanma finally moves like a great beast awoken, one hand sliding into his pocket as he approached the counter.

   “  Yo.  “  He greets with a slow grin as he eyes up the other for a moment. He looked like the kind who would enjoy a good fight. Not like those other assholes. That was the difference; the people who could REALLY handle their shit didn’t need to show off like a show pony and say dumb shit. He leans against the counter.  “  You here for ink? Or lookin for trouble?  “  He asks with an ember of interest.  “  Or someone?  “  He adds, a casual afterthought.  He forgot some people did that - Hanma couldn’t care less.

[whorunthewcrld-a]

2003

The virus was inescapable. Even for a country who consumes much less wheat then countries like America. Japan stood no chance. They were an island after all. Where could they run? 

The Sano’s ran to the Musashi Shrine. So did the other members of Toman. It was where they’d created the group after all, and the locations was optimal. Up on its hill it was easier to defend then a lot of other places. So they made it work. Set up barricades, scavenged supplies, created a little community on their hill. The six members of Toman and their families. They’d protect each other like they always had. 

_______________________

Two years into living with the state of the world and somehow they’d survived. And while “thrive” would be a stretch to describe how they were living, they made things work. They’d even added a few more to their group. Baji and Kazutora had saved a kid and his mom from a Runner and they’d joined the community. Emma liked Chifuyu, he was fun to hang out with (though he spent most of his time shadowing Baji now). And a random boy named Takemichi showed up at the shrine one day. He was a little weird, and not the best fighter, but he was a nice guy. 

Emma shook her head, bringing her back to her task. She’d been sent out on a simple supplies mission. The community was running low on some essentials and Emma was one of the best at finding what they needed. She joked it was because she always loved shopping before. Normally she would have come out with Mikey or Draken but it was just supposed to be a quick run. And she had her bow and one of the communities guns for emergencies. 

And it had gone without a hitch. Her pack was loaded with supplies and she’d only run into two Runners, both of which she easily took out from a distance. So her mood was high as she rounded the corner back to the shrine. Maybe Draken would be on guard duty and would be there to greet her. She blushed at the thought. But the second her eyes landed on the torii gate she knew something was wrong. Their barricaded doors were open and no guards where to be seen on the look out they’d built.

Emma’s heart dropped at the same time she broke out into a sprint. 

‘Nononononononononononononononononononononononononono,’ it was on loop in her head as she ran up to the doors, peeking through for any signs of infected before continuing up the steps at the same pace. But no one greeted her. There was no one tending to the garden or working on the west wall they’d started reinforcing last week. The shrine was empty. 

Completely empty.

Her family was gone. She was alone.

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[ecoamerica]

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[revengesworn]

Mikey had always thought that death would bring him one of two things: the peace he craved, or the punishment he deserved.

Of course, by peace, he means the end of his consciousness...After all, there’s no way that someone like him could ever feel happiness as long as he continued to be himself. In the same way, there’s no way that someone with such blood-stained hands would ever be allowed to become someone new... all he can hope for is an end to it all - this life of his which was nothing but suffering.

So when he realizes that Baji is before him, his stomach drops; a wave of emotions running though him that are too many to name - shock, disbelief, dread. He’d never end up in the same place as Baji, so is this some kind of illusion sent to haunt him? Did he end up in hell after all?

Somehow, a part of him can’t accept that explanation. Everything is too familiar, and he feels too alive.. and it fills him with a yearning kind of pain that’s difficult to express. He doesn’t feel much of anything, nowadays - but while in his moments of emptiness, he wishes he could feel anything at all; when the pain comes - he always longs for that same emptiness again.

From Baji’s perspective, Mikey must look stunned. His face is unnaturally pale, his body frozen like that of a scared animal, and disbelief is written all over his expression. But even so, Mikey somehow manages to find the strength to speak first.

“Baji... I’m sorry.”

@prxenuntius​ ( manila mikey time travel starter! )

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Emma can't help but laugh at the other as her words stop him in his tracks. "You're kinda stupid." the young girl says, pointing to the injuries before she comes to sit down next to him with the first aid kit that her grandpa kept around. She opens it up and begins looking through it to try and figure out what she really needs.

"Are you bleeding anywhere?"

[ashrifts]

@prxenuntius asked:ㅤ"hold still..."

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤthis seems a little counterproductive, don't you think?ㅤ’ㅤㅤthe playfulness of his voice is strained despite his efforts at nonchalance; there's nothing light about the bleeding of his gaping wound, flowing freely between the tightly-pressed fingers above his collarbone and staining baji's hands. his grin is as sharp as the unsuspecting switchblade that had gotten the better of him as he addresses his savior, breaths coming and going slowly. ㅤ‘ㅤwouldn't your little toman friends think you a traitor for helping me? it'd be so easy to leave me here to bleed and claim victory.ㅤ’

[txnichtgut-archive]

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"maybe. i'd like these off of you." chifuyu sighed, no longer afraid to voice his desires, but he also respected whatever baji was going to do and the events he was invited to. this didn't happen to often and when he loosened his tie the blond sighed. "that is not as formal anymore, i suppose."

he looked up at the other male, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. "don't make me wait too long..." a hand brushed across baji's crotch before he turned on his heels.

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[captivemuses]

( Rose, turquoise, light blue )

What color am I to you?

-the mutual who you're not very close with, but want to be

-the mutual you would be irl friends with

-the mutual who always makes you laugh

Listen Mikey's been bugging me to let him back out to bug Baji so he better be prepared for the little blonde gremlin to bug his bestie as I'm working through all my drafts I miss writing with you!!! But I'm glad I'm able to give you some good laughs too!

[protectivemuses]

Toman and Yotsuya Kaiden's rivalry was nothing new. It wasn't the first fight, but if it was going to be the last then that meant there would be casualties. At least if Kojiro had anything to do with it. Ryusei hated returning to Yotsuya but if it meant getting things to die down enough Baji and Chifuyu were allowed to go home, then so be it.

Although seeing the two at school didn't make it easier, and avoiding them was just as difficult. Though when he made up his mind, he attempted to walk past Baji pretending to ignore him before stopping shoulder to shoulder, attention not moving anywhere but in front of him as if they were simply just standing.

"Listen. Don't talk. Chifuyu.. He's a good guy. Has a good heart. I see how excited he is to follow you and be part of this. If I had to have a say in my replacement, I think he'd be a good fit. He listens to you. He's on time, and he wants your approval. I know he'll have your back like a good vice captain should." Hands are slid into his pocket, sighing. "Make sure he doesn't do anything reckless in the fight. You either. Don't go getting hurt on my account or for anyone."

"Should anything happen.. Just do me a favor and check in on mom every now and again, yeah? And keep yourself and Chifuyu out of trouble."

@prxenuntius

[deathfavor]

what does your heart look like?

molten lava and charred flesh

Your heart burned so fiercely that it burnt itself out, leaving horrible scars in its wake; scars inside your chest and on the hands of those who touched you, the hearts of anyone who got close enough to connect to yours. The person you are now is no longer recognizable, burnt up by your own anger and passion and love. The injuries can never be fully erased, but they can be soothed with time and trust and forgiveness

a compass that doesn’t waver

You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

a bird struggling to get loose

Your heart can never hold still. It pounds against your chest frantically, always turning your sights to one thing after the next. When was the last time you were certain? The last time your life was stable? Maybe this is how you prefer things. On the move constantly, not tied down to one person or place. You chase one goal after the next. Can you ever really feel complete without a place to land? Shouldn’t you build yourself a nest?

a compass that doesn’t waver

You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

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[whorunthewcrld-a]

Okay. Things I know I owe

@prxenuntius and our Last of Us thread @ed-blight and a twin starter

do i owe anyone else? i don’t have a lot of threads but i don’t want to miss anything from any of my partners

[revengesworn]

Mikey can feel himself shaking.

He hates it. This weakness - this fear and the heart-pounding terror that, at times like these,  always emerges from so deep in his core that it feels like it defines him. He’s supposed to be strong. How can he be a leader when he can’t carry the people he loves through their pain and beyond? He can barely even manage to stand on his own two feet, let alone protect the people he cares about.

He’s always been weak, and he’s always hated the weak. The weak can’t do a thing. If they just tried a little harder, fought a little more, then they’d be able to protect themselves and the people they love... but they don’t even try. The weak make excuses, and bring nothing but misery to those around them, and there’s no-one out there weaker than Mikey.

He can lie, and deny it to himself, but... at times like these, he knows the truth.

But that doesn’t mean he’ll accept it. No matter how much it hurts, he’ll stop his body from shaking and put a smile on his face as if nothing is wrong... because Baji deserves it, after all - he’s the one who really suffered here.

As he enters the hospital room, Mikey feels his heart come to a stop. It’s just for a moment, as he sets eyes on Baji - who’s alive, he’s not dead; oh god he could’ve died too - but a barely-strained smile forms on his face regardless. He’s scared, because he doesn’t know if Baji will be happy to see him. But..

“Baji. ...You really scared everyone, you know.”

@prxenuntius​ ( starter for baji! )

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Hina's brow furrows in worry as Baji hisses in pain but tries to brush it off, her own hand dropping away from the bruise as to not hurt it again. "I am, yeah. I was looking for him, actually." She says, taking a small step back from first division captain. "I figured if he wasn't at home, maybe he was around here."

She pauses for a moment, frowning. "Are you sure you'll be okay? It's a nasty bruise..."

[txnichtgut-archive]

what does your heart look like?

broken, missing pieces that once were there

❝ Your heart has been torn before, chipped and maybe even shattered. Some pieces will never be recovered, and you are shaped by the loss. But it can still be shaped into something tangible, something good, even with its flaws and imperfections. You don’t have to do all the work of rebuilding by yourself. Allow other hands to leave their fingerprints on the new heart you create from the remnants. ❞

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[captivemuses]

¥ (Mikey)

Put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on:

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Would they date them: yes | no | maybe Favorite thing about them: That Mikey is so comfortable around Baji after being friends with him for 10+ years he knows Baji knows him better than anyone else. Least favorite thing about them: That they're almost too similar in some ways and it makes Mikey unsure that it would make for a good pair.

[protectivemuses]

F*ck me

SEND “F*CK ME” FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION

Ryusei snickered as he turned to look over at his divison captain. "What? Fail a test again? Forget about the Toman meeting tonight? What's got you all down and out?" He asked, tilting his head a hand moved to hold his backpack strap slung across his shoulder. "I mean, surely if you meant that in a sexual way, that isn't just how you'd request it. Surely your manners would be far more poilte~" He added as a joke, shaking his head. "But seriously. Bad day so far, I'm assuming?"

[deathfavor]

“ Fuck off or I’ll break all your arms you bastards! “

It's certainly a hell of a fight to walk in on in the shadow filled alley made darker by night and street lamps. One lone figure standing against four others, and all hell breaks loose. Because where any sane or at least safety-valuing person would probably try to run, the lone figure opts to launch the attack, vicious and ruthless and clearly a lot more than anyone expected when he takes them down with relative ease, though not before a sheen of sweat covers his skin as he stands over their battered forms, making good on his promise to break arms. Only then does he pause, chest raising and falling to pull in lungfuls of the crisp winter autumn air and turns towards the witness. 

A tiger tattoo sits prominently against a slender throat, unmistakably Kazutora's. And if that wasn't enough the streaked hair and bewitching gold eyes would be enough to rat him out. But the fierce look in his eyes, ready to take on another threat immediately fizzles out to be replaced by wide eyed stare as he looks at Baji ( @prxenuntius ) 

" ...Baji? "

It's a broken, hoarse whisper from the tiger. He kicks the jaw of one of the would-be attackers to silence them before they can say anything but his gaze never wavers. Years have passed since Bloody Halloween (three to be exact - three years of hiding from Toman, three years since he last sent a letter to Baji full of pages and pages of apologies while he was still in the hospital). It's been years and they're different but Kazutora could never mistake Baji.

Looks like his luck is double fucked. His fun was ruined by these bastards and Kazutora doesn't know what to do with Baji. Should he run? Suddenly that hidden knife he's carried the last couple years feels like a million pounds of weight. He feels sick. The tiger slinks off the unconscious bodies, muscles tensed with the urge to run. The tiger with a taste of blood, fostered by years on his own and violent groups, wants to run.