#go-forth-and-live

oh my god I forgot this was in my queue!!!!

Questions for the mun (accepting) @go-forth-and-live

2. What's your favourite colour?

My favorite color?? It’s purple!! I love purple and soft pinks!!!

3. What's your favourite animal?

While all animals are good animals, I love monkeys.  I just... they’re so cute and sassy and I love watching them hang out and play around

4. Do you like to travel?

        Incorporeal body floats in a void between this world and the next, darkness seemingly never ending, timeless, impossible to discern from up and down, left or right, consciousness simply... existing in a continuous loop of nothingness to the point where he simply... tunes it all out. Not for the first few decades of course. Wasted energy spent violently screaming in pain, unable to leave that godforsaken rock after his human betrayed him. A selfish thing, through and through -- all he had to do was give up the one stone, to pass it on in a will, give it to a grandchild, leave it in the safe, on a table, so anyone, anyone may find it so he could at the very least exist and yet here he was, buried amongst the rest of human’s treasures that decayed and withered except for him. Stuck in the ever shifting red and black crystal gem that looked like a vivid living broken shard and years tick by with ruthless persistence. That’s when he finally... stops. Lets the darkness envelope him to conserve what little life in him he had left, unable to die and unable to live-- he can’t even remember what he did to deserve this anymore.

       But thing wakes with a start. He feels... warm? Wait, cold? He feels... air, blip-its of light and -- there’s that warmth again, is someone holding him? Only when he tries to ‘see’ does he realize how long he’s been trapped, vision is blurred, murky, there’s a voice,  but the shackles that held him down were suddenly released. Mind folds in on itself in a hysteric excitement, but weakness litters age old body that tried to piece itself together enough to see who was responsible for his freedom only to force small blackouts. If he had teeth, they would be biting bloody into his lip in frustration at the skips in time, attempting to pool whatever reserves he had. 

       A pitch blackness begins to pool on the ground just feet away from man who holds the stone, slowly at first as if trying to find its way and break free with aching strength. Something sharp emerges -- glinting off whatever light with an eerie silence that would have to be seen first and then heard. Dagger like tips claw into unfamiliar ground like a knife in butter as thing pulls itself out with a predatory catlike swiftness. Crystalline body flickers and fades in and out of existence looming with hollowed chest whose spindling ribs made of onyx glass and jagged edges arched protectively over a similar red stone that pulsed irregularly before taking on a rhythm of its own, making thin veil of unnatural grey white skin ripple waves of black. 

       It was perfect in its imperfection, everything flawed yet flawless for its intent; It was clear that whatever this thing was, it was meant for hunting. Face smooth, black holes that carried the void with them in place where eyes should be, chilling whatever they happened to gazed upon with a dark and biting cold, and it sniffed at the air, only assumed by the odd jerking motion it’s head made towards the source only to be hindered by the one thing couldn’t possibly touch.

       A metallic sound emanated from its core like metal clicking and grinding together in a false growl, but despite its impatience after decades of not eating, it forced self-control just barely. Once standing taller than the other, it now lowered and hunched so ‘vision’ could match theirs with ethereal teeth, long and made for tearing, bared at newly made ‘owner’. Vocal cords take longer to form, not natural to his native shape and this puppet form lacked the proper sustenance to create the more delicate human pieces, but it manages.  

Send ‘Ship Bias’ and I will share up to 5 Ships I have a bias for my muse! / accepting!

Easy!

Hakkai/Gojyo

Hakkai/Sanzo

Hakkai/Kougaiji ( ‘cos that was a thing, and I still kind of dig it lmao )

Hakkai/Yaone

If we’re mutuals, send 🎂 and I’ll make you a treat! / accepting!

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I lay there on the ground.... hearts pooling around me like blood would had this been a more dangerous attack.  Screams echo, the world spiraling into chaos, but I feel numb to it.  I’ve been struck, hit with love... right between the eyes.  I cannot move... 

Tension

🖐️   //   put  a  hand  around  my  muse’s  throat . @go-forth-and-live

“You’re both very pretty like this.”

         Having control of his human flesh suit was of great benefit at times like this. Frame looked normal, athletic as it always did, but its density increased, he was heavier, far heavier than he looked and the undead straddled over the priest with a smile, knowing that even the demon beneath him couldn’t wiggle free. How his pride must hurt being trapped in such a weak mortal body... Hands are soft, but grip is strong, pressing along the bloodways of Varahal’s throat allowing him to breathe, but the feeling of lightheadedness to increase the longer he cut off the flow. 

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