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MEET AKIRA ITO – THE PECULIAR

MEET TSUKI KAMAMOTO  – THE FALLEN ANGEL

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One of the most fucked up compromises that Joey had to make for his dual existence was his diet. Or, rather, a relative lack of one. Knowing some ghouls could end up working at Hamada Tech, he (for the most part) only let his peers see him drink coffee throughout the day. If he wanted lunch, he’d have to go out and hope he didn’t run into any ghouls he knew.

After a long second half of his shift, he was looking forward to eating something real. He was glad to finally clock out of work. Most of his supplies went lock-and-key in a cabinet at his office station, while the rest he took home in a bag that looked like a golf club case.

While exiting the building’s plaza, he encountered someone he recognized, but didn’t immediately place.

“Fuck.” He huffed under his breath, irritated. His stomach was growling, and he didn’t want to remember how he ‘presented’ to whoever, whomever. He didn’t want to out himself as mostly human to his ghoul friends, or stick with coffee to a suspicious human. Still, he mustered a friendly face. 

For breaking the ice in the worst possible way, featuring themes including: kidnapping, murder, stalking, injury, monsters, and just general meanness. [Brackets] indicate spaces to include your own words to personalize your ask!

                      ❛❛  Sinning is winning, let’s start it from the beginning again  ❜❜

CHOI MYUNG-HWAN + CISGENDER MALE + HE/HIM ⸻ ( LIP BITES THAT DRAW BLOOD DURING KISSES, SWEARS WRITTEN IN SHARPIE ON A WORN PAIR OF CONVERSES AND THE BITTER TASTE OF BETRAYAL FROM A FAMILIAR FACE ) – the previous are indications of an individual wearing a ONI HALF mask roaming in the city. though sightings of JEOSEUNG SAJA, the THIRTY year old looking GHOUL, have been scarcely reported in the underground. rumors of their CHARISMATIC + LIGHT-HEARTED demeanor aren’t to be undermined, since admonitions would warn against their IMPULSIVE + TWO-FACED nature. as our records indicate, they are a part the CLOWN ( SECRETLY AOGIRI ) faction within the ghoul societies. there is no doubt their reputation precedes them as THE JUDAS.

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tw ! violence, death, lots of murder ( is a slasher serial killer ghoul yeah ) , abandonment, neglect, long post.

     Sunlight streamed into the basement apartment, despite the best efforts of the badly sellotaped cardboard that was being used as a makeshift blind, illuminating the gently snoring figure of the girl who was rather tangled in the sheets that didn’t quite fit the mattress taking up a large portion of the floor in the small room. As the morning progressed, the beams travelled higher up her figure until they eventually hit her eyelids and caused her to snort awake, the discomfort of the bright light hitting her so suddenly causing her to bolt upright and rub her eyes blearily, a wide yawn encapsulating her face. A quick check of the clock on the floor next to her told her it was 8am, far too early, but she supposed she’d better get up and ready as she had quite a few errands to run that day.      She hummed a cheerful song while she brushed her teeth, walking round the apartment and picking up items of clothing from their various piles and sniffing them until she found a shirt and some jeans that passed the smell test and pulled them on. Neither fitter her well, but a well placed belt and some tucking in made the outfit passable, pulling on some sneakers and running a brush that badly needed emptying out through her hair she picked up one of the wallets from the end table drawer and tucked it into her pocket before skipping over to the steps she’d made out of cinderblocks and pulled the cardboard “blind” down and slid the window open, climbing up and hauling herself through the window, admittedly she was actually hiding from her landlord, so she tried to use the door as little as possible.      Wriggling, she’d managed to get herself a little stuck and Rowan looked up, squinting at the bright light as she looked for someone to give her a tug, she spotted a figure not too far away and called out to them. “Hey! Fancy givin’ me a pull?” she stretched her hand out and wiggled her fingers at them, hoping they’d hurry up, she was slipping back into the basement.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋–

the sweet aroma of human perfumes intermingled with their light perspirations to tease harriette’s sensations.  behind her sunglasses are not only hidden eyes but hidden intentions. cooped up in an estate with only those of her kind can be a little too constraining. she was a stir crazy first year mother, feeling as if she’d just hatched from a new egg. and thankfully the one year old, little Henry, was away with one of those caregivers her dear husband paid nicely back home. she could enjoy herself finally– and contrary to how much she prattles on about self care, self love, and owning affirmations in her video blogs. anything for a couple hundred views, right? a smile rises from her lips as she surveys the falling leaves– the natural ones falling from the trees in their autumnal colors and those created out of cybernetics and holograms with their glowing corporation names as they scatter in the wind. she forgets just how beautiful the city can be. her eyes focus on one cordate in particular–– a glittering, lavender, heart-shaped leaf with the words GLOSSIER glimmering in sparkles and silver intricacies of ornamentation,  “They are beautiful, aren’t they?”

under the tree she speaks to the one beside her, though the comment may as well have been spoken to herself as she carries on heedlessly. “A little extra and unnecessary” her head bounces from side to side at the exhibition as if she’s in an art gallery finding meaning to an abstract piece , “but I guess I’ve always liked things that way.” a giggle floods her mouth, unhidden and genuine, for but a moment. “Which do you prefer? Natural or artificial?” 

⧼   ASHLEIGH MURRAY + CISGENDER WOMAN + SHE/HER ⸻ ( GILDED EYELINER DRIPPING WITH GLITTERING TEARDROPS, PUFFY PALE PINK TULLE SLEEVES TO HIDE A QUIET SET OF STRONG SHOULDERS, A COLLECTION OF THE SOFTEST CAT EARS TO REPLACE A QUEEN’S CROWN ) – the previous are indications of an individual wearing a WHITE PORCELAIN BUNNY mask roaming in the city. though sightings of HARRIETTE DU PONT, the THIRTY-ONE year old looking HYBRID, have been scarcely reported in the underground. rumors of their KIND + EFFERVESCENT demeanor aren’t to be undermined, since admonitions would warn against their IMPRACTICAL + SENSITIVE nature. as our records indicate, they are a part of the GOURMET faction within the ghoul societies. there is no doubt their reputation precedes them as THE HALCYON.                                                          

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     After the hell he’d endured during the months he’d been at the facility, Bryan truly appreciated and enjoyed the small pleasures in life, a little extra dash of nutmeg on his morning coffee, warm socks straight from the dryer, the birds outside his office window singing their songs and fluttering about their daily lives. It was all so mind-numbingly dull and normal, and he really loved every second of those moments.      One such occurrence happened on this cool autumn evening. The sun was just setting, the sky ablaze with golden orange hues, Bryan’s gaze lifted and fixed on that sky, a small smile tugging at his lips. Under his arm was a magazine, tucked there but visible were the smouldering glares of two women, one blonde one brunette, he adjusted the papers to be a little more comfortable and turned to sit on a bench, to watch that sunset in it’s entirety, something he hadn’t done in quite some time, taking the open seat next to someone else, offering them a polite smile before laying that magazine on his lap to avoid it getting creased.

“Family is the beating heart at the centre of the universe.”

- Bryan Ahn, 26.

“Thankful for all the ways I can eat potatoes.” 

- Rowan Rose, 29 years old

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There had been a time where stalking through the night had been fun for Sen — not that it was entirely without merit now — and afterwards they’d go home and indulge in a few cupcakes; a reward for a job well-done. Now the eating came during the hunting and the cupcakes tasted like ash in their mouth (perhaps not literally but they missed them oh so very much.)

Sen would love nothing more than to hunt outside town, but things were a bit difficult in that regard now, and even as they finished their — ahem — meal, running a thumb across the corner of their mouth to clean themselves and right everything, they knew that they had very little time before things got tense.

It was no more than five minutes later that their backpack was slung across their back and the gas mask tucked inside, their hair a bit mussed but they looked no worse for the wear. The jacket across their shoulders was tugged tight, and today they felt a bit lost in their own skin but wandered down the dimly lit street with a satisfied stomach and satiated need for violence. A moment’s pause as they heard a noise behind them, turning their attention over their shoulder with the hood of their jacket pulled deep across their brow.

“It’s not nice to stalk people.”

KAWENNÁHERE DEVERY JACOBS + DEMIGIRL + SHE/HER/THEY ⸻ THE SLIGHTLY CROOKED NOSE AFTER ITS BEEN BROKEN TOO MANY TIMES, A FALL EVENING WITH THE SMELL OF WOODSMOKE AND SCRATCHY BLANKETS, THE TASTE OF FRESH BLOOD ON YOUR TONGUE AND YOU’RE NOT SURE WHETHER IT’S YOURS OR SOMEONE ELSE’S — the previous are indications of an individual wearing a BATTERED GAS mask roaming in the city. though sightings of TERÉS “SEN” HILL , the TWENTY-SIX year old looking HYBRID, have been scarcely reported in the underground. rumors of their ENERGETIC + DETERMINED demeanor aren’t to be undermined, since admonitions would warn against their OBSESSIVE + AGGRESSIVE nature. as our records indicate, they are a part of the UNAFFILIATED faction within the ghoul societies. there is no doubt their reputation precedes them as THE HOYDEN

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“Alright you two, break it off,” Oz exclaimed over the loud music, his hands grabbed the two patrons that had been ready to claw at each other’s faces and pushing them away. He put himself in the middle, the smile on his face as his head went back and for between the two. Though the pointed look was sending one clear message– don’t fucking try me right now. “If you guys are maiming each other, I heard the alley a few blocks down is an excellent place. But not on my dance floor, please.”