@malxshrine said: "you'd have to reach me from down there, kitten."
"I've killed weirder for less."
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@malxshrine said: "you'd have to reach me from down there, kitten."
"I've killed weirder for less."

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"Let's put that to the test then."
Fangs elongated into razors as D seized the other's large hand. He placed one of Sukuna's meaty fingers into his mouth and bit down hard enough to crush bone and muscle. Taking the index clean off its knuckle and suckling on the blood that spurted from the limb.
"You taste sweeter than before. A change in diet perhaps?"
ββββββπππππππ, ππππππ. ππππ ππππ ππ πππππππππ. vermillion hues shine, enticed at what sights are beheld. coarse laughter intrudes the silence, parched lips grating with his memorable grin. childish, worthy of a maternal backhand for such lewd indecency. those remarks are taken in stride, held with tenderness between his palms. rosy πππππ then shook, tousled and tamed with combing talons. his upper torso is exposed, enduring the bitterness that kissed sun-bathed skin. the bareness of his soles are numb, firmly planted upon stiff grasslands and amassed snowfall. he revels that crackle, the melting point as it makes contact as droplets tumble from his contours and seep back into the soil. each origami fold could have given the parchment new purpose, but instead it's obscured from view. kept sacred. he nearly jested to ππππ it asunder, but gives a fleeting response.
βββββββ you expect on the premise that we are predictable creatures. it endears me, and for that your asinine slander of my scriptures will be overlooked. β gentle purr, curling around his finger so to speak. steps withdraw, disinterest expressed with the umbrella's inclusion. mangled forms are preserved, gazes upturned to ππππππππ heavens. how miserable. even in their last moments, they prayed to silent gods. some abandon their faith, rarer weep for mothers. to crawl back on hands and knees from whence they came. breath expelled, symbolizing a volcanic eruption nearing its peak to combust. eerie calm commands him, easing into the faint echo of nature's slumber. sukuna nestled upon the remains his parallel desecrated moments prior, claiming his throne to admire sweet nothings.
ββββββthey weren't whispered, they were announced. each mora curved and befitting the archaic rhythm which πππππ his soul. sharp edges softened, hearts beating to coincide and blood simmering in cascading fervency. they were untouchable, unhindered by the chill of death surrounding them. one hand propped upon a knee, notched beneath the right side of his jawline. listening came with intent, respectful and devoted to their understanding. lashes are fluttered closed, a moth sealing its wings before reopening to a sight so divine his feet would briskly dig into their stead. ganders pass, capturing every detail, treading quietly in his marvel and peering up at him like one would a ππππππππ statue.
ββββββeach stoke entices like fingertips, almonds tips venturing his spine. sweet serenity, swallowing them in a mesmerizing cradle of centipede arms and legs. they were too much for this world, but just right for one another. this was an embrace, and with that shall another hand extend toward him. palm facing up, captivating and ππππ riddled. powdery snowflakes bleed across his flesh, dissipating swiftly as they landed. voice soon invites, the beginning to rejoice. β come hither spring as the dawn. β
for we are exiled, dual bones rattling amid conjoined currents appetites sink deep, burdens weighed at batting ankles. kindred orbs glisten below glacial depths, tethered, enshrined. they seek passage above, reflection is unwavering. entities coiled, ouroboros incarnate, gnawing away. satiate hunger, the endless void, their vicious cycle. isolation sways weary heads, limbs tremble. shivering petals caress and soothe cherry bruises. warmth gradually spreads forest flames catching, passionately dancing. capsules melt, rebirth emerges. breath draws as one, grievances cut crisp mournful air. emptiness fills β¦ peace was disruptive. we crave it again, alight pyres dimming and beckoning. let us drift, equal tides, never departed. @malxshrine
β you're loud, grandma. β
"And you are too whiny ol' geezer "
β you always look like you're gonna shake right out of your skin; if you could go ahead , it'd make harvesting good flesh easier for me. β
"I'd reconsider your options if you're looking for good flesh - mine's been damaged beyond any healing anyone can manage." nothing visible fully clothed, sure, but oh, how his back remembered...

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β songbird , songbird . . . β he hopes he hears Sukuna call him every moment those lids close , and those of his dreams.
Β Β Β Β Β A wondrous calling that fills in the confines of his mind, when sleep claws its way into his supple flesh, even when he fights it - there he hears the name. Wondrous, softly beckoning into a deeper abyss that he sinks into, enveloped in what could only be described as a pleasant sensation spreading against his chest in a feverish frenzy. Tired, oβ itβs exhausting to be blessed with the weight of the heavens upon his shoulders, but he does not succumb so easily. Instead, he nudges gently, closer, a flame that engulfs the ice && melts it. βHmβ¦β come to me, in dreams or torment, come to me, when the hour grows thick with night. Red is all he sees, far from the tundra that of which he was born, far from the summit && the endless blue expanse. A quirk of pale pink lips, βSweeter than the taste of konpeitΕ; let me sleep within this moment"
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"I guess its my lucky day then, having a man that looks like a pink-haired insect compliment me back. Are we gonna braid each other's hair now?"
@malxshrine mentioned you on a post β"If you can name a single bug fact I do not...β:
@lunarscaled I'll even give you a head start. ( starts to count from zero )
-> RUNNING. They don't even know if it's a joke but why take the chance!! Hey, do they seriously not have one affinity that makes them faster?!