▌♚ mourniingdove

“Five. I can see just fine, my eyes just go out of focus once in a while. No, I haven’t been drinking, I’m not so sure why everyone thinks I do? That was one time and I told Amon to keep it a goddamn secret.”

♚ —— ❛ WELL, I’VE HEARD _{that only drunk people 
                    see double so I thought…never mind    what happened
                     with Amon & why was it supposed to be a secret ? ❜}

▌♚ mourniingdove

“Ah.” So she was looking at the wrong Juuzou. Well, that solves that.

“Sorry. My eyes are kind of weird, I was seeing double and I wasn’t sure which one of you was real.”

♚ —— ❛ YOU CAN’T SEE ? _{How many fingers 
                     am I holding up right now ? You can do it… wait,
                     have you been drinking ? ❜}

▌♚ s-rated-nxtcracker

In this type of a setting this was sure to be the last. The next time they met was surely going to be him trying to kill her and her trying to survive. Always just trying to survive. “Pleased to meet you,” she said honestly enough before she realized she would have to give some kind of a name. “You can call me N,” she said, wondering if that was too close to the name they had given her, the name she had taken upon herself. Nutcracker. 

She could sense her current companion tense as she turned the page but she was not base enough to hurt such precious pieces of artwork. Murderer though she may have been she was a socialite first, one who was good with art and who knew it like the back of her hand. She would see to it that no harm came to his precious drawings. Nut had enjoyed many of the others that she had seen but this one most closely resembled the color scheme she had picked out and so that was the one that she went with.

He agreed and her lips turned up into a smile behind her mask, holding it out to him to take and take out the print so as not damage the others as she brought out her wallet, pulling out a rather large wad of cash. Counting the appropriate amount, she held it out to him, serpentine eyes sparking with the greed that came with getting something that she wanted. How many other ghouls could say they had CCG’s Jason’s artwork on her wall? Not many if she did say so herself. “Have you really never thought about putting your art up for auction? Just think of all the good food you could buy with that money,” she said to him, putting the rest of the money away as she spoke.

♚ —— ❛ HMM… _{Right. ❜ he shrugged, not feeling the need to
                   say “please to meet you too”. Going out of his way to be
                   polite was something he never really cared to do.}

_{He found it strange that she didn’t give her real name. He found it 
pretty stupid that she would be so blatant about it. She could have
made up some fictional name instead of just giving him a letter. It’d 
have been more believable. Pallid lids fell to squint at the suspicious
woman. It was obvious that she was hiding something. & that only
meant she was involved in something dangerous, or illegal.}

       _{But even though he was sort of like a cop, he didn’t care for
       capturing criminals. It wasn’t his job & it wasn’t worth the
       time & effort. Ghouls were much more interesting targets 
       than just people who happened to do supposedly wrong 
       things. He froze in his tracks as a thought hit him. What if
       the woman was a ghoul ? That would certainly brighten his
       otherwise boring day, he mused.}

❛ –— NOT REALLY… _{I have enough money to buy what
I need. & what I want can’t be bought with money. Besides, you are
probably the first & last person I’ll be selling one of my drawings to, ever. ❜}

      _{He knew from experience that ghouls particularly liked the
      smell of his blood. An almost invisible, playful grin graced
      his cheeks as he stuffed the money in his pocket, before 
      idly sliding his forefinger against a new page in his book,
      feeling the familiar warmth of blood slipping down the digit.
      Crimson optics flickered upwards to meet her own as he
      pressed the base of the cut with his other hand, forcing
      more of the blood out under the guise of cutting off the supply.}     

❛ –— DO YOU HAVE _{a tissue or something ? 
I think I’ve got a paper cut… ❜}

▌♚ mourniingdove

“Hrmm.”

Her vision’s out of focus again. Great, because just seeing one of everybody wasn’t bad enough.

♚ —— ❛ MADO, I’M OVER HERE. _{What are you 
                    looking at over there ? ❜} 

▌♚ educrisu

   oh how joy runs through the demoness’s veins at this time as she jumps down from her perch, her hands coming to rest to her sides. 

   ❝ please do forgive me if it’s too much for you, ❞

   her hands come up and fingers twitch and glide over the darkness she oh so craves. she plucks the shadow from the wall only to mold it into a ball, ❝ i’d normally send it to your mind by touch, but i’m scared you’ll bite. ❞ really it was unnecessary to say such a thing, but she did. her hands come together quickly, letting a loud smack echo through the building. 

   once pale and small hands move back, there lies a small book, one that holds the fears of the one it’s connected to, ❝ here you go. your own little nightmare. ❞ 

   she hands it over, quickly removing her hands so she won’t learn about them in such an unnatural way.

♚ —— ❛ IT WON’T _{be anything I don’t already
know, I guess. & I don’t bite. I usually prefer using knives. ❜
he mumbled idly, crimson orbs widening as they followed
her movements. They were unlike anything he had ever 
seen, & if not for his staunch belief that he had his feet
firmly on the ground, he would’ve thought he was dreaming,
or for a better word, HALLUCINATING.}

             _{The first line in the book makes him want to rip it into shreds 
             & burn the pieces. It was so accurate, it sent a jolt of pain 
             through his chest, almost as if the guilt that was resurfacing w
             anted to burn a hole though his heart.} 

   “ he is dead because of me. ”

_{Pallid digits clenched the front of his shirt, frame trembling.
It was hardly a consolation that that was the only line in
the book, only rewritten in multiple ways, possibly just to
torture him. Visions of the only man he had grown to care
for dying, his wife breaking down over his dead body,
Shinohara’s voice sounding too distant for comfort as he
said, “I’d be sad if you died.”, assaulted his senses. He
clutched his head, as if trying to force the sights & sounds
out, before hurling the book against the wall, hard, leaving
only the sound of him panting left to hear.} 

      ❛ –— HOW… _{how did you do that ? ❜}

(Source: juzoic-blog)

▌♚ clownitorii

「 情報提供者 」

         ❝People come here to get rid of all the SHIT going on in a persons life.❞

       ABRUPTLY, THE BARMAID COULDN’T HELP but hear a question that seemed
       rather interesting to her. It is true that she, too, has asked herself such a question
       because it’s always the same people that come and go. In the eyes of a ghoul, it
       seems as though humans don’t value their life as much. She’s fully aware of what
       alcohol can do to a persons digestive system and even though it’s not THAT bad,
       it’s still not good. So, REALLY, why do people enjoy drinking so much?

♚ —— THE SHIT GOING _{on in their lives ? If 
life seemed like such a burden, why did they even bother to
on ? He found the very idea of using alcohol as a crutch very
abhorrent. & it wasn’t like the beverage tasted good either.
Perhaps if it tasted like { vanilla } milkshake, he would have 
understood the sentiment. Crimson optics flickered towards
the woman, shrugging lightly as vocables fell from his lips,}

               ❛ –— OH, WELL, AT _{least it’s sort of
                                 entertaining to watch people act drunk.  ❜}

(Source: juzoic-blog)

▌♚ for5yen

for5yen:

          ^{he gripped the DULL blade between his palms, knuckles PALED as though to steady his hands.FATIGUE, wariness, and a BITTER cold nipped at every NERVE in his form. the air STAGNANT as the tension continued to writhe from the shadows. the lurking DEMONS hissing with fits of desire, CRAVING for a bite. yet, he stood still, neither willing to DIVE into the fray and desecrate the lands like he was meant to nor did he flee the scene to save his skin for another day.
          vision flicked over onto a nearby figure, whether they had approached RAPIDLY or discretely was beyond him. but they were RIDDLED with danger from head to toe. if Yato hadn’t been able to detect them sooner, they were undoubtedly a threat GREATER than which hid in the darkness beckoning Yato to step into their trap. his focus did not linger on the other, rather he directed all his attention to the alleyway. shoulders loosened, his stance relaxed as he prepared for what he was about to do next.
          he held onto his blade tightly once more, beginning to stride forward toward the shadows. nonetheless, he pivoted and turned his BACK to the darkness while he proceeded to ‘advance’ deeper into the alleyway. there was little to no reason for his seemingly CARELESS strides, but silent words fell from his lips as though he were LACING a prayer onto the blade before him. the kind of CALM that POURED from his being in the midst of battle, when it BEGGED for a serious atmosphere. canting a glance over his shoulder, his pupils narrowed into pins. ❝You picked on the wrong God,❞ he announced before lunging out of the way of a SLIPPERY black form. poising his sword ( doused in holy water ) downward, he drove the point DEEP into the creature’s flesh. its snake-like body WRITHED and TWISTED in agony, emitting bone-chilling shrieks until it’s body began to gradually disintegrate as though made of cinders.}

♚ —— ❛ YOU DON’T _{see it ? ❜ he asked the woman, who by
then looked unreasonably terrified as she shook her head, causing the
the platinum blond to walk away with a sigh.}

             _{He couldn’t pinpoint the exact day he started seeing the demons, but
             he knew that nobody else could see them. He had asked around, only
             to be looked down upon, as if he had lost his mind, well, more than
             usual at least. Pale digits dug themselves deep into his pockets.
             He had always considered himself to be a realist. Hallucinations were 
             things he didn’t entertain. & yet, he couldn’t help but hold an inkling of
             doubt that he just might be going crazy.}

_{The chilly night air didn’t bother him, & returning to his apartment was
something he didn’t want to do just yet, instead, choosing to roam
& get lost in the city until he felt tired enough to sleep, or until he
found an open building with a terrace where he could stargaze for a
while, & spot every demon in the wide view he would get. But they
never came too close to him, & he didn’t complain about it.}

             _{Slipper-clad feet froze as the translucent form of a serpentine
             demon appeared before him, far enough to be avoided & it
             didn’t seem to notice him. When it came to ghouls, he knew 
             about the enemy. He knew how to defeat them & he knew it
             well. It annoyed him to be left in the dark about the nature &
             weaknesses of these creatures. “Are they even destructible
             in the first place ?”, he wondered.}

_{Crimson optics widened as they landed on the raven, all thoughts of
fleeing the scene escaping him as he watched is morbid awe as
the boy delivered the snake its death. He knew for a face that no
quinque could destroy it, & yet, all it took was a sword to make it
disintegrate. He ran towards the fading beast, shock evident on 
his features, whispered vocables falling from his lips.}

           ❛ –— IT’S GONE… HOW _{did you do that ? ❜}

▌♚ canusincendia

       “     The right .    “

As if Anna was going to let him go on
without her help — she was quick to 
come along nonetheless and her hand
to her right was already burning a bit
with the need to find her boys and to
protect them , as was her purpose as
a K I N G .

     “      They’re alive , I can
            feel them near ——-
            but there’s someone
            I don’t recognize too .   “

♚ —— ❛ THAT’S THE _{ghoul. We
                     are running out of time.. ❜}

_{he replied, not sure what she meant by being
able to “feel” them, resisting the temptation of
asking in favor of saving the { query } for later. 
Crimson optics widened as they approached 
an abandoned warehouse, too BIG for them to
find the ghoul before he eats her boys, or worse,
escapes. Hardly panting, he turned to her,
vocables sounding foreign on his lips.}

       ❛ –— CAN YOU _{feel where they are ? ❜}

(Source: juzoic-blog)

▌♚ s-rated-nxtcracker

He laughed at her and she found that odd. No one laughed at her for long and yet, here they were, he was laughing at her. She loved money, she craved it, and if something had happened to her, had she been human, she could have afforded to help herself but she wasn’t ill, surely he would have seen through that. But there were still allergies or merely wanting to show that she was better than to breathe the same air as the commoners, right? 

She missed the momentary widening of his eyes, instead taking the book as it was handed to her. She took the book and sat gracefully once more, carefully flipping through his book, fingers careful to avoid smudging his beautiful art. “These are stunning, Mr. uh?” She asked him, curious as to his name. Of course, she already knew, but she had to act like she didn’t know, right? Nuts would gladly give him the money as soon as she chose but how could she possibly choose from any of his wonderful prints?

With his question, she gave a thoughtful sound, pointing to one that she particularly liked. “I like this one. Is that okay?” She asked, it being another animal print. But it was so beautiful, she was surprised a maggot in a Dove’s body could possibly make something this fragile and beautiful. “Hm how does three hundred thousand yen sound?” She asked the boy, looking over at him if he had agreed to let her take the old drawing of his.

♚ —— ❛ SUZUYA. _{Suzuya Juuzou. ❜ he replied after a moment
                    realizing that she was asking for his name, as if they were
                    going to meet again. It was highly unlikely.}

_{He tensed up slightly as she turned the page, worried that she might
smudge the drawing, before letting out an inaudible sigh of relief. His
drawings were the only things that could ever get him to react so 
much, it was the only thing he willingly did without detachment. She
seemed careful enough, which was a relief because he didn’t enjoy
killing humans much. They die too soon.}

        _{Crimson optics snapped up upon hearing her question, before
        lowering them to the book again. It was an animal print, like
        most of the others. He hesitated only momentarily, before 
        giving her a curt nod. He didn’t care for that piece, anymore.
        The amount she offered seemed ridiculously high, but he
        wasn’t an idiot to say no, nor was he did he possess the morals
        to refuse.} 

 ❛ –— YEAH, SURE. _{That ought to do. ❜}