#birdymuses

Nene never hesitated, and that's what made her good at what she did. But here she was, her hand wavering, shaking like it had done once all those years ago when she first held a gun, before she took up the title of Hunter. The silver filigree muzzle of her gun was still pressed against Hanako's forehead, the mother-of-pearl handle in sweating palm, her finger resting on the trigger, but it had been several long seconds stretching into the night and she still hadn't pulled it.

"You don't want that," she finally tried to scoff, but it came out strained. Nene hated that. She hated that he could find his way into her heart despite being her enemy, despite him asking her to rid the world of his existence. And maybe this was simple masochism -- keeping him alive. Maybe it would actually be easier to kill him and never think of him again. But she knew there would always be that part of her that would keep wondering.  About him, about what he told her, about the unspoken feelings -- she didn’t miss the tender look in his eyes.  The look that she kept telling herself recently had to be a trick.

@birdymuses​ sent in: ‘  oh boy… that’s uh… holy shit! is all i have to say.  ’ - Reigen 

PROMPTED (I can’t remember the meme this is from ahah): ALWAYS Accepting!

birdymuses

‘ you don’t seem like the type to do what they should. ‘ - from Hanako

“ Perspective is strange, is it not? If I were to say that I am, no one would believe. If I were not then everyone would be believe easier “

There’s a role that the Beast plays. A creature whose greatest treat that they could have is other’s misery. Perhaps he should help the ones who become lost in the woods / forest. But then where does the benefit come in? As far as the creature sees it, there goes another who could keep the lantern burning bright as any flame should. 

SPICY BIRD THAT IS LARGE ENOUGH TO PICK ME UP AND THROW ME AT TOURISTS IN MID AIR. TOGETHER, WE ARE A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION! I DO NOT PAY BIRDY IN SEED OR BREAD... I PAY THEM IN FLESH, BLOOD, AND RAINBOW SPRINKLES. OR ANYTHING THEY WANT, REALLY. CAN WRITE A GOOD NOVEL AND MAKE YOUR EYES SHIMMER.

The latest episode of Mr. Esteemed Number 7 keeping Tsuchigomori on his toes was beginning. Exactly in death as he had been in life. After his centuries of being around, Tsuchigomori found humans, and even some apparitions, to be dull and predictable. It didn't help that he had the books. Not that he was always keen to pore over them unless they were someone like Amane Yugi.

So when he felt arms wrap around his waist, Tsuchigomori stopped in the door frame. It was mostly the willful pressure than feeling warmth. They weren't human, after all. And Hanako wasn't alive anymore. Hugging wasn't the same. Not like it would have been if Amane had done this. If Amane had grabbed him, mumbled the truth to him, let him console, let him help. If Amane had only let him help...maybe things would be different. They certainly wouldn't be here now, tall man in a door way with a short-stack of a ghost anchoring him to his spot with a hug.

Wasn’t it unfair? Outside of their occasional encounters when Tsukasa stuck his hands where they definitely didn’t belong, his brother was busy being wherever he couldn’t find him! It made sense, of course. But they were twins and twins always stick together. Wasn’t it only fair that he paid more attention to Tsukasa? After all, he had killed him. He deserved some fun in return!

It was sort of a coincidence that lead to his newest plan. Earlier that week, he had observed one of Kamome’s students carefully slip a love letter in somebody else’s locker... and so, he started pushing all sorts of things through the gap of the girls’ bathroom’s door. Slips with washi tape, lollipops, paper charms... 

One might have assumed that the culprit would stop his act at some point, but the more time passed, the more obnoxious his little gifts became. Instead of purposefully trying to catch Amane’s attention, Tsukasa now challenged himself to see how much he could fit through the gap. One Hanafuda card turned into a whole deck, little paper shapes turned into origami he had squished flat on the floor, and he even managed to steal a few pages of someone’s secret porn magazines.