BLOOD IS A CURRENCY;

   ‘      haa. gettin’ that old already, seki? hey, tell me. am i gettin’ too heavy for those weak legs of yours?      ’   a boisterous laugh emits from your lips, loud & unnerving with your retort. a proud owner to a voice that booms like cannonade, it is often thick & harsh compared to the man beside you. you find your expression draws into a look of excitement at sekijirou’s smile — as strange as it seemed, it wasn’t actually that odd for you to act this way with him. despite being the one who caught you long back, the one who threatened to send you to the place you despised most, you’re actually determined to keep the grin on his face. that is, of course, a determination you hold alongside getting off of the leash he’s keeping you on. the way kan acts is something you find hard to grasp sometimes, but it’s something that you are learning to understand.

you stay for now, shifting to better distribute your weight across his muscles. your own remain blood-stained & sinful, nothing but tools for a beast to crush heroes & villains alike. indeed, violence has always been a scent in the air with you, something that you had always worn better than kindness & more fun, too. it’s like there’s a rot festering beneath your skin, as though you were birthed from slaughter. perhaps you would one day make your legacy striking fear into hearts of the weak but, for the moment, your head is afire from tenderness & praise alone, brutality a mere thought stirring in your bloodthirsty mind. 

   ‘      besides. if that mutt of yours gets to sit here all day, then so should i, right? ‘cause judging by that smile, it doesn’t really look like you want me to get off. plus, if your legs are gonna go all puny on me, i’m gonna make the most of ‘em right now.      ’

bloodsrule answered / @kralkn​ .

         ❛  trust me. if that was the case, you’d be the one of the first to know.  ❜  you throw him a genuine smile, an action quickly followed with a shift of your arm, fingers pressed firmly against the expanse of fabric. perhaps another time you’d have found it wiser to decline such an offer presented onto your lap ( in your arms, your head, your heart ... there’s no doubt the location doesn’t matter as much as the outcome ) but tonight you feel no need to decline.  ❛  think anyone would be able to keep up with you on broken legs? i can’t imagine it.  ❜  too many hurdles, too many problems that would make one give up before the get go and that’s an outcome you’re not willing to face if you don’t have to. besides, you doubt any of them could really follow it anyhow ---- with the majority of criminals, perhaps, but with someone as trained as him? that’s a challenge long lost before it’s even began. 

        there’s a shift, then, subtle movement as your hand settles firmly upon his waist ( another contradiction to the words that fall free from your mouth ) and you lean back with minimal complaint, previous tenseness warmed out with just a subtle exhale of breath. lamp light, low but glistening, spread across their features; reflects across his eyes and you wonder if he has ever truly seen it, the pure excitement that he radiates. wonders if he truly knows how the light will always catch him in the right place. wonders if he’d do it more so if he did.

   ‘      hold on! you’ve got another?! two?! “which one first”? haa! what kind of stupid question is that?! i wanna see both, seki! i wanna see both, ‘kay?      ’   stirred to excitement, splutters bleed from your sawtooth tongue & a wide grin masquerades vile practice: oh, what a treat to see a hero lost in grief! & there is no quiver to your hand as you extend a finger, cloying & yearning & reaching for skin. if you listen closely you can hear the demons claw at your windpipe, carolling what’s inside your wicked mind (consideration is but a mere sacrifice, for you are not well versed in sensitivity & pity, you thrive on scarlet & suffering).   ‘      hey———! you’ve got me in a good mood! y’know, i kinda regret tellin’ you to go away now! i’m jealous!     ’

   ‘      i’ve got a few li’l marks on my arms and hands from training with my quirk, but nothin’ too noticeable yet! maybe i’ll be so lucky one day! hey, did you know that people from the underworld have scars too?! just wait until i tell ‘em about yours! they won’t believe that there’s a pro who can actually put up a fight, ‘cause most of ‘em die before they get the chance to show ‘em off!      ’

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains,  THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other .

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other .

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other .

  ‘      what the———? you got a real weird laugh, sekijirou.      ’ 

   ‘      oh man! is it really you, seki?! still lookin’ after those brats of yours, hrm? ah, shit. you’re gonna make me feel bad.      ’   there’s something unusual about the pause you take to weigh your own words. you’ve been bathed in confidence your whole life, gifted a voice dripping with surety — it’s what makes it all the more difficult to question yourself. you weren’t expecting to see sekijirou, & the tightly wound excitement the situation had infused you with made it even more amusing. tone escapes a tad too casual, just like it always does, cheeks immediately throbbing under the weight of your toxic grin.

   & it’s like sekijirou’s body is snapped into position, but an observant eye sees through mask of valour. there was something about him that had always fascinated you, enough for you to bother getting to know him back then. you never liked heroes, but he was something else. why? because you still harboured that intense admiration for him. the thread that had held the two of you together all this time had now frayed, & yet; he still cannot believe that violence sits tight on your tongue, how it waits & waits & when it finally melts you remember all too well why you ran from him: you love the taste of death, his fright; you love the way he looks at you when the tales of gore pour from your mouth, deep from the gaps between your teeth. you’ve always loved that face, that funny one he makes when he’s scared shitless, when his eyes get lost in yours trying to find the why; the how.

   tell me, hero. is my bloodied flesh not enough?

it’s a thought that makes you shudder. you want to see that look again. you’d kill to see it again. they swear that a devil hides beneath your skin, as though your flesh is a mere sack conceived for a fiend like yourself to bring about ruin — akin to a rotting peach split down the middle, robbed of all that makes it inviting, then stuffed & stuffed with dirt until you are left with this thing: lives were created for you to destroy. you sway, muscles pulled tight with longing, appearance ragged, droplets beading on your brow.

   ‘      long story short, i had some stuff i needed to do. that’s the boring part. but i didn’t know i’d bump into you! fun! hey, did you know that those lame heroes had a kid? it’s like it was fate, y'know? li'l punk had such an attitude problem! ah, i’m gettin’ ahead of myself! but get this. i’m allowed to spill as much blood as i like. not a bad deal, hm?      ’

   ‘      well? aren’t you gonna say something?! hrm?!      ’

       ❛  what did you do ?! ❜   something nameless settles in your heart: mournful in it’s nature, yet almost comforting with his presence. his absence had left you dismayed, a lost cause, because he had taken a part of you as he left, had let it rot in the midst of grit & blood in a carnal wake. you retreat from the grotesque state of him, glancing away as though to pry yourself from the image: there is blood, always blood, dripping from his fingers, down the side of his face & all you can do is think in horror. who else’s ? who else’s ?  there is too much spilled for you to hold on to what you want.  

    another dream, just as busted as the body you rest in. 

    ❛  did i know       . ❜   & you remember then. they had stood before him weeks before, hands pushing the bundle into your open palms; protective, still working, still flesh & bone.  ( oh, sekijirou, he just loves you !  so young but he already has a penchant for heroes .... one day we’re going to make a better world for him, we promise. ) they had been so proud back then, you had noted, all full of love & hope. the stories & oaths to be better, to be         but it all lays to rest now, buried underneath the rubble & the dirt under this mans feet.  you hold your breath.   ❛         masahiro,        ❜    it means something to say it. unlikely to stop the blood & carnage still lingered on his hands, his need for this. for you have always known. shown you have, even. you can’t stop the way his name settles on your tongue, the way it hangs in the air, more like a damnation than a greeting. ❛  answer my questions. i’ll find out either way. ❜

  & you know it is cold to react in such way, as the blood drips from your palm, a mirror to his own. perhaps there was a way you could’ve guided him on a better path, been the hand on his shoulders than the broken bone reflection of his smile. perhaps he was born with this dagger in his heart, & this man was simply lost in his own grief to even notice    a period of time where he could’ve stopped this, maybe. but blood is blood & merely the only currency you both know. the kids are shoved behind you, all hushed whispers & clattering teeth. 

   you need time to talk: all shuddering lungs & closed breaths. you need to talk, before this results in the death of your own. 

   ‘      aha———! going all teacher on me again?      ’   childishness, how reliable it was, a youthful thrill that embeds itself into your very core & makes it bed. course, it’s clear to the masses that serious interaction with you was next to impossible, for you are SICKLY, twisted & immoral & imbued with distaste for formality & regulations. features nag into a look of confusion at the sincerity of his words, a head thrown back with hilarity.   

   ‘      haa, ‘spose that’s a positive way to look at it. a pretty boring one too! oh yeah, exactly what a pro like you would say! course i don’t have a breaking point! for me, it only gets better! that’s exactly what i’m gonna keep doin’! growing this strong quirk of mine!      ’   quick to revert, quick to sweep it under the rug, an attempt to stay on track spills words ——— you try to be warm but your words burn like wildfire, UNTAMED, a malarial irritation makes itself evident upon visage of a BEAST, birds fly south at the sight of you; his argument impressive enough to earn a curious tilt of your head, ashen bangs that follow suit & frame cranium that SCREAMS (i’m gonna kill you, i’m gonna kill you)! a man of blood: he loves this monster with his fingers of knives, not lost in grief but lost in dreams of bringing grief, becoming grief. 

& there’s an annoyance that boils in the pit of your stomach, for you are an incarnation of POWER & nothing less. bones stiffen as you square up, a profile CHARISMATIC in its brutality, facing off against features shaded heavy with cloud ——— your words tend to take their toll on this one. yet, you mimic, duke wrapped tight in burning thew finding mug of your own.   ‘      a tale of survival———! more like a tale of some budding hero gettin’ in the way. why would y’even want to become something so lame?!      ’ 

   ❛         that’s not how it’s supposed to go  ...  ❜    & it feels weightless, really     the way you offer him a mercy you won’t spare yourself. you’ve wrapped the regret too far around your neck, watched the blood pool & promised that it was your fault. it’s the unsteady spin of your finger on the brim, shadows that jump from the corners of your eyes, the way your hands still bleed red even after the battles are long gone. you are a man chained by his weakness, bred for the failure. an example of the bust before you even began.  ❛   you don’t know where you need to go until something guides you on the right path, there will always be someone to beat you, somewhere to improve. if you live without accepting those exist, then you’ll hang onto the guilt long before you can hope to see your best form.  ❜

( & so will i is what remains unspoken       you have so much guilt to spare. you won’t miss a little more. )

  time heals all wounds. your mother says this. time picks you up from that loose-limbed boy & casts you to this rigid spine & crooked gaze instead. time is the shadow looming over your bed in it’s 4AM glory trying to decide on days out of it’s reach. there are many things time can do, but helping you is not one of them      but him, him with the bright eyes & the burning ember & a flame so bright even you’d be smart enough to stay clear of, there’s a chance, always a chance. blowing behind the closed doors but open since your first fight. 

  hope. a dangerous thing to have, after all. 

    ❛  must’ve missed the ‘ closed  ’ sign back there, then.  ❜    there is no solace in idle conversation like this ;  a man on his knees  &  a man above him         a criminal   &  the hero, both unsuspecting to each others whereabouts, outcome unknown.  /   he proposes peace to you like it’s an option:  like it should be the outcome,  like it isn’t as though there’s nothing left but your own blood under your nails, crystalising         all that remains.  ( your hands still shake, it’s all they do,  no twitches or murmurs can hide them anymore. )     ❛         it’d be in your best interest to come back later, with clearance. we’re not having the festival public this year due to our students safety. ❜