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ᴛᴇʀʀᴀᴄᴇ ✖「sᴏʟᴇᴄɪsᴛɪᴄ」
☾··· ❝ Is that seat taken? ❞ Too late, regardless of the man’s answer. Tsukiyama had already taken residence in the open chair next to him. Perhaps a little company would be welcomed. Well, at least to him. The person whom he had chose to sit next to didn’t seem entirely keen on having a guest join him at the table.
The day was nice, warm and inviting. Strolling through the cities streets as per usual, he had hoped to find a nice meal. With no such luck. But, he was undeterred. Even if there was no food, there would certainly be other things to do.
The Gourmet readjusted his position on the chair, folding one leg over his lap. Eyes glanced slowly to the side, observing the other. Shuu rested both open hands on the leg that had just moved positions.
❝ I do hope I’m not interrupting anything important. ❞
He took a small mental note as to ask later about the man’s facial tattoo. But, seeing as they had just met, it wouldn’t be courteous of him to ask.
Occupancy of the adjacent seat inquired of, an opportunity to provide the sought answer was not permitted. It was a brazen action of a self-assured individual, aggravation not sparked in response as rather did obscured gaze simply cast an inquisitive look at the countenance of the one not discouraged by the imposing image his own appearance supplied. Discovery that a shared flare for eccentric was certainly unexpected, the flashy taste in apparel matched only by the distinctive coloring of follicles, distinguished this man from ordinary pedestrians much in the same way that the Zerozaki's did.
The only difference was that the male's interests couldn't be regarded as fashionable.
Not particularly impressed by the personal preferences shown through the expression of self would lips part to make way for a vivacious grin, eyelids falling shut in a lethargic fashion. Humoring the man would be partaken in as the interruption to the meal waited upon was of little consequence, an excuse to overuse vocables disallowed from escaping as truly was there a certain fondness for speaking without end.
"If you really cared about that then you wouldn't have done it." Logical reasoning sounded, chin propped upon curled digits in a blatantly relaxed posture. Tone distinctly bereft of botheration, receptive responses would continually be provided as conversation would surely elongate. "You managed to hit the nail on the head, at least. There's not much to do while waiting for your order. That's normal and all, but is it normal for you to make yourself at home at someone else's table?"
——- ❝ That’s the fun about pretending, betcha` never even heard of it. ❞ He reaches out unannounced , his fingers tangling themselves around the other`s light hair follicles near the front and giving a firm, almost too firm tug.
Reminisce of contact unceasingly victimized by in days before the self had been established, for repetition to occur caused demeanor to significantly differ. Digits encircled the inked flesh, unimpressive strength present as diminutive form held little, though deadened scarlet boring upwards conveyed what grip could not.
"What's the fun of pretending when I could just kill you, slice you to bits, line you up, trim you down to size, and set you out for all the world to see."
in the dark ☠ hitoshiki
To not be taken seriously when trying to intimidate the other was a blow to his very inflated ego. Though he can’t say it’s the first time someone has stood up to him regardless of the way he spoke. ❝ You aren’t the fuckin’ Boogeyman, stop flattering yourself. ❞ these words are said in contempt of the other. He was nothing, he was lower than the young ghoul for skulking around in the darkness and though the other could not see it, Ayato grimaced. This was not what he wanted, to have remained unseen would have been preferable, but here he was smack dab in the middle of yet another sticky situation. He’s bringing shame to all that he stands for.
Jittery hands clench into fists as he stands his ground, unmoving from his current position. If it was a fight that they wanted, it was a fight that they would have. ❝ Just shut the fuck up. I’m not afraid of the dark and I’m definitely not afraid of some asshole who thinks it’s alright to act like an uppity asshole. ❞
❝ Just walk away before shit gets serious, you don’t want it to get serious. ❞ he says this, but in truth when he says 'serious' he’s not quite sure he wants it to come to that. But he won’t hesitate. If his words don’t serve as enough intimidation to scare the other away, then he would have to take things up a notch. Eyes slowly close now, and then open again slowly to reveal black sclera partnered with glowing red irises. Red veins protrude from the center, to drag themselves just below the eye socket. Surely, this should be enough. ❝ I’m not here to hold up a friendly conversation with you. Either beat it or fight. Make your choice. ❞
And he readies himself now, rolling up the sleeves of his jacket just in case the latter option is taken. He’d much prefer the first option, but it did not seem likely. ❝ Well? ❞
"Pretty sure that's what I just said. Were ya even listening?" Rhetorical inquiry posed in kind, clearly enunciated obscenities had proven incapable of causing determent. Rather had gloved appendages found residence within pockets, lips quirked upwards marginally as nonchalance presided all the more so. "But man, you just don't know when to quit. Are you new to this or what? Normally the first thing you're taught is to not pick fights with people you know nothing about. It's what makes the difference of what side of the knife you're on."
Pause was there, consideration given before correction promptly followed. "Well, I guess it's unavoidable sometimes. Some people just don't give you any other choice. But still, it's not something you should do for the hell of it. Pick your battles and all that." Knowledge imparted to one believably inexperienced in all else other than verbal onslaughts, the seemingly endless derogatory jeers only contributed to the image of one that was all bark and no bite. Such a presumed position of inoffensiveness would contribute to a distinct lack of trepidation to consume cognitive functions, consternation capable of being felt having no place in this moment.
Intimidation was no sooner brought into play, scarlet optics regarding the impromptu alteration of physical characteristics with a thinly veiled affronted gaze. Accustomed with features belonging to inhumane byproducts such a monstrous visage meant to be disconcerting caused but a brow to raise, a malcontent expression contorting the menacing pattern inked upon a cheek. Encounter previously harmless bantering, the open display of animosity made known the revised nature of future proceedings, a direction undesirable though necessary as both sides fostered a murderous disposition.
"Sure you wanna do this? Like, really sure? Nothing good's gonna come from it, yet you're getting all pumped up. Kind of a pain, to be honest." Digits rubbed in a sheepish fashion at the flesh of his neck, almost as though troubled by the approaching participation in the confrontation invoked by his own choice words. "It's like you didn't even listen to what I said. I'm not any better, I guess. If I was I wouldn't be following your lead. Not like it can be helped either way. This is just the way things tend to be."
And so was it finalized that blood was to paint the venue in thick coats.
in the dark ☠ hitoshiki
With the war making it’s debut today, he figured it’d be wise to hide himself from the chaos. He had planned on getting involved, but the situation had changed. So there he stood, pressed against the wall of an alleyway trying to hide the best way he could. Sector 003 wasn’t exactly in the best condition right now, people running through the streets panicking whilst some locked their doors and confined themselves to their apartments. He couldn’t blame them, the inevitable was coming after all.
Then the lights went off. ❝ Tch.. ❞ a quiet huff now as he realizes what’s happening. The enemy has somehow gotten hold of the industrial sector and cut off all power to the other sectors. Of all the times to do so, they’d decided to now. This was bad. While his vision was surely superior than an average human’s, he could barely make out the faint outlines of people who passed him by in the darkness now. However he figured he should be fine, so long as no one bothered him, as long as no one acknowledged him he would be fine.
He was in no condition to fight anyway, not with how stressed he was now. Every scream that pierced the air set him on edge. He wanted no part in this, he wasn’t mentally stable enough for this and it scared him. It very much scared him to feel this way, especially when partaking in war is what he does best.
And then came the slow footsteps heading in his direction. Instantly, his breath hitched and his fists clenched. This was no regular resident of the sector, this was someone who was approaching him specifically. How they had saw him hidden away in that alley, he’d never guess but they were getting closer and he couldn’t see them. It was useless to hide now, he knew. They knew where he was, assuming they could find their way through the dark. He knew what he had to do. Slowly, he steps out from his hiding place and onto the sidewalk. He might as well try to intimidate them out of confronting him. ❝ Oi.. ❞
❝ I don’t know who the fuck you are or what the fuck you want, but fucking with me right now is the worst choice you could ever make. ❞ and he says this with confidence, in the hopes that he’d scare this potential threat off.
solecistic
Occupancy within a festering congregation of murderous individuals made neutrality a seemingly unfeasible option when provided with the opportune bloodshed of war. Contemptible inbreeding meant to imbue an unquenchable thirst for such senselessness had been quashed by insurmountable failure, empathetic shortcomings permitting the presented trivialities to be decidedly observed as interference was unnecessary when the family was not involved. It'd had for darkened pathways to be traversed with apathetic indifference, murderous disposition unceasingly obscured by prevailing nonchalance only marginally discarded by the realization that another dwelt within the venue.
Believably bereft of straggling remnants was a presumption about the location proven to be lacking, path alternating for identification of the fortunate individual to be made. The desire for discernment was no sooner met with apparent bravado, displayed animosity meant to dissuade a continued approach unable to do so when quaking fists went without concealment. For that had steps furthered without determent, proximity nearing until the diminutive stature of the elder was but a few scant feet away.
“Take it easy, man. You’re acting like I’m the Boogeyman or something.” Vocables but an unperturbed drawl, if visible would inhumanly hued optics had validated such an incurious comparison. Contrasting sharply to those very same scarlet depths was the candied treated precariously balanced between parted lips, demeanor characteristically lackadaisical in this pointless confrontation. “Why even come out here if you can’t handle the dark? You look pretty jumpy to me so I don't understand why you came for a meet and greet. Not like it really would've mattered either way, but it's the fact of the matter.”
A pause as genuine curiosity fabricated a need for clarification of a sort, head inclining sideways but a fraction in a thoughtful manner. Forgone in it's entirety was the seriousness accompanying the recently vocalized intimidation by the younger male, dissipated unthinkably by what could be mistaken for humorous jeers. “Is it even possible to jump at your own shadow if it’s too dark to see it? Like, how does that even work? Must be a special talent of yours because it can't be a regular thing."

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Partaking in juvenile tradition was a thoughtless task as being accustomed to eating expired produce found in wastebaskets had allowed the value of free food to be known. It'd had for the favored sweetened goods to be acquired, a rare privilege to engorge upon, a rather impressive sum easily accumulated alongside youth donning believably fearsome masks. It was a day meant for monsters, for children to impersonate those horrifying beasts composed of malicious intent in their pursuit for candied delights
For one consciously 'evil,' seamlessly did the real monster walk among the innocence of children. Such would not be discovered, ignorance known as bliss as media had fueled the belief that demonic beings could be sighted by appearance alone, that their wicked ways manifested into a countenance suitable for the unforgivable acts they'd committed.
What a laughable presumption.
——- ❝ How`d you know that ? ❞ Leans down to `about` eye level.
❝ I could be a nice fuckin` guy. ❞
Gaze averting due to the proximity, lips were upturned by a sardonic smirk. "Sorry, but I'm not biting. You can't be something you're not. It's as simple as that."
SOLECISTIC.
——- ❝ You’ve gotta` nice look in your eyes man , why not stick around a while , huh ? ❞
"Yeah. Sorry, man. No can do. 'Cuz, you see, nothing good comes from hanging around guys like you."
slam dunks my url into here
Put a character's URL in my askbox and my muse will tell you their opinion of them.
"Talk about one hell of a scary chick. I get that there's some cosmic intervention or something that's messed up how death works, but she takes that one step further. She just doesn't stay dead, like, at all. It's a real pain in the ass, you know? I know you shouldn't cross a girl to begin with, but it's even worse when you can't even kill 'em. If you can't win, just run for it. No way am I stupid enough to stick around after plunging a knife into her."
"Can't say I remember fire being a big deal when it came to that war, but everyone's got their own way of doing things. Not like they were all that inconspicuous. It's all about the flare, man."

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last time /i/ checked you were a huge tsundere that couldn’t say the L word without pissing his pants #butthatsnoneofmybusiness
i came here to have a good time and i'm honestly feeling so memed right now
we’re still dating i have the privilege to write in my diary about how fucked we are thanks
last time i checked you didn't want to be about the lovers life you wanted us to fuck each other up and go our seperate ways
when the bae hasn't been accepted yet and already he's coming at me with ship posts
『✬』 Legion. {Hitoshiki}
The stench of death was certainly in the air, wreaking of fresh sanguine fluid that painted a trail of crimson across the monochromatic, dinged landscape. Tension elevated to the point where it was nigh suffocating - so thick that even a knife couldn’t cut through it. Additionally, the lance corporal was here, in this present moment, with a mass murderer bent on making a mockery out of his establishment. It was not his intention to strike anyone, let alone bare witness to the homicide of a hopeful candidate before his very eyes. The predicament in itself caused Levi to grimace in disgust, shifting his attention to a small crowd of mourning soldiers who rushed to the forefront. Thoughts immediately shifted to the possibility of the concerned individuals being family or friends, making the situation especially despairing.
On the contrary, the man before him seemed very strange in comparison to the individuals he had encountered in his short stay. Way more unapologetically brash, flamboyant and slightly psychopathic in tendencies, not to mention the man’s lackadaisical gestures. Levi could admit to the fact that he was far less thrilled than most on his best days, but in the same breath, he was certain that this man was over the norm. If he hadn’t been desensitized to the prior evils of the world, there was no doubt that his response would have possibly been even worse. For the time being, leather boots lifted as the man slid underneath his temporary grasp - something that the commander wasn’t necessarily counting on. Still, his weaponry remained firmly in tact.
"Are you out of your goddamn mind? Tch, the nerve. Don’t blame me for your atrocities. There’s something obviously off in that warped head of yours.”
Gray hues shifted towards the whimsical man with an audible sigh passing through the cracks of his mouth. It went without saying that the captain was not amused in the slightest. The fact that the individual merely shrugged off such a capitol offense, let alone have the gall to pull such a ridiculous tactic in broad daylight with many law officials encompassing the premises, proved a certain sense of superiority. If anything, this further propelled the internal frustration brewing within the man’s body. Still, considering the circumstances at hand, the enemy’s actions could have also been perceived as flat-out foolish. How would he possibly get himself out of the grips of officials who slowly began to realize the murder that took place?
Looking the man directly in the eye was like glancing at fire itself: wild, ferocious, unpredictable & dangerous. As the albino male proceeded to engage in conversation, blades clenched as officials slowly began to encircle the other. If anything, he would attempt to further stall the inevitable. That is, unless the self-proclaimed monster had yet another trick up his sleeve that the brass were unaware of. Regardless, obsidian optics further dove into nigh lifeless, expressionless, and overall eerie territory.
"At this point, I could easily make an example out of you. I’m sure many of these candidates would like for me to skin you alive, and seeing as though the task forces were also witnesses, I’d be justified. Yet, idiotic punks like you aren’t worth the headache.
Then again, it really doesn’t matter where I stand with you. I’m wiping my hands clean of you. You’re in the authorities hands now, and I can’t promise they’ll be so lenient.”
Loosely spinning rectangular, metallic blades within the palms of his hands, disposition swiftly changed as the small lance corporal found himself on a few mere feet away from the criminal.
"Did you enjoy taking the life of that unsuspecting man? In the end, you screwed yourself. Live with it."
A disconcerted exhale of breath verified that the inevitable had been conceded to. Shoulders rolled in an unnecessary show of preparation, a chagrined expression donned as if this entire affair was an unwelcome bother despite how it'd be wrought by his own hand. Preferable was it for consequences to simply be shirked in the same manner as responsibilities, though a particularly dangerous adversary had been acquired, one whom would not allow such bloodshed go without reprimanding.
It was do or die, a condition the Zerozaki operated best under.
Exhibited docility and a shear layer of insouciance had veiled the true depth of the inbred hostility that had disallowed humanity to be fostered. It was to be discarded, blood to pulse feverishly in a disgusting display of excitement not meant for one who detested murder so thoroughly. Body hastened in such a way that detection was impossible, movements so inconceivably quick that it was as though his diminutive frame had seemingly vanished. Digits maintained an unshakable hold upon the grip of the sharpened implement during this time, the following procedure one that would make this a minute affair.

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Everything I love has either ruined me or watched as I ruined it instead.
(via writingsforwinter)
--selfie
Vanity proved to be more than an aegis of rarity, a shield that holds extreme purpose of guarding even the lowest of confidence. Make no mistake on his actions as he does not see himself being degraded or particularly categorized to naught but a neophyte of the modern generation. Superseding the oddity of the younger races, the beast was no longer a stranger to the sudden changes forming around him unlike before where his thoughts or opinions were kept archaic as they make less sense than cockroaches ever existing.
Adapting to secular matters did he decide to check whatever message was sent to him, faded lavender eyes squinting in utmost annoyance. To document why his strands are naturally silver isn’t a work he’ll say no to. Anyhow, he wasn’t in this city to please or even beg people to believe such minor physical detail.
TO: ZEROZAKI FROM: ZERO SUBJECT: #WTF
Consider these important steps: 1.) Have a naturally silver-haired father. 2.) That’s it.
Provided was an inadequate response, illogical genetics stated as through they were a truly viable explanation. As one bearing a likewise inconceivable physical attribute, the possibility of naturally possessing it had been surmised by the malevolent nature of the monstrous hues that befitted one disqualified from humanity. His own follicles modified to cast the illusion of albinism allowed for knowledge of how simple creating a false image through a store bought product was, as well as how incredibly unlikely it was the the truth had been spoken. For that was there to be refusal, the nature of a gullible man not to be indulged in.
TO: ZERO FROM: ZEROZAKI SUBJECT: #SWAG
You've lost me. It's gotta be albinism, but you don't have eyes for it. I'm pretty sure silver hair isn't a natural thing so what gives? You lying or something? Not much of a reason for that, you know.