#yookimi

a favorite roleplay memory : honestly ! in hindsight this i really tricky to answer because it feels like a copout to say the friendships that we made along the way ! but ! actually you know what i'm going to just tell this story because it's my cursed background but sdfg i feel a lot of joy in remembering how absolutely unhinged some of the chat-based rp experience was in ... 2012 ?

does any one remember using chatzy for that stuff ? literally i was deeply invested in writing les mis on chatzy & i remember moving that to email or whatever but !!

i'm deeply fond of thinking about the language i used in crack rp when i was literally... 15 & thinking i was writing something scandalous so i came up with substitute words for things that i even mildly associated with being too sensual. like i fully typed out "coffeegrinding" instead of grinding.

so now i have email records of the most atrocious language i used as a teenager. it's a favorite memory because i feel such visceral embarrassment about it but ushifdgdf it makes a good story!

        “What’s this?, @yookimi” curiosity lingers in the usual stoic facade, one that was revered for a stony feature that was unblemished, yet, now it contorts. Sharp, everything that was impossibly acerbic dulls, she could never find it in her to scorn && scowl in his direction. Though, the back of her mouth runs dry, even through the mixture of iced coffee && vanilla cigarettes. The ash taps, falling into dust, the velvet box that perches in between them causing her brows to furrow, she knew the answer already while refusing to acknowledge it. Suddenly, there is a thunderous beating within her chest, pounding against the essence of her ribcage till she pondered, would her heart leap out at any moment? “Couldn’t you recruit the assistance of our beloved senpai?” flat, monochromatic, the devilish twinkle in her eyes was nothing but benevolent as she snorted. Simple, elegantly cut, as if her own taste was taken into mind during the purchase - she did not know either to laugh or scream. The role of a dutiful wife was unfitting, one she once clung to in a pitiful display of desperation to separate this loathsome life, obtaining normality, a fanciful dream that could only be that.

         Was it not the mantra of her lineage to never seek their own selfish desires? Discarding all to continue with timeless traditions that plagued them for eons. How abhorrent, she could not abandon the wishes within her own heart to fulfill this nature, there was still an impossible hope that she sought. Conflicted, teeth grit tightly together, this was not a request to elegantly garb herself in vivid color, play the conversationalist or an artisan, nor was it a demand to twist the knife where no one else would. It was far more intimate, even if it was just another mask to wear, her shoulders tightly locked together as she brushed it off in indifference when it gnawed upon her stomach.

       “This isn’t the strangest request I’ve been tasked to fulfill, it’s different from eliminating a target or sitting with someone pouring whiskey for an evening, you understand, usually there is a lucrative charge” she could not help but to tease, lessening the awkward tension that lingered. Red, it sprawls upon her pale cheeks giving way to the depth of her sincerity. Timid && meek were often not categorized when describing a Kobayashi woman, particularly one that encompassed the depth of the evening’s glory, yet, she felt herself become impossibly small. Pangs of anxiety && insecurity that mounted, the crack in her usual icy tone was noticeable, relaxed && sweeter.

the cold shoulder is frigid , a haze . lilac eyes hardened , less likely for any form of emotion to slip through . expression flattened , blank and uninterested .

you're not jealous , you repeat the phrase over and over . a reminder of sorts , STUCK IN YOUR HEAD like an annoying song . jealous of what ? somebody that isn ' t even [ . . . ] a sobering thought , he's not yours . HE ' S NOT YOURS . despite it all . a growl echoes , a punch to the wall , rock so no , it doesn't break . " fuck . fuck . FUCK . " speech becomes rapid , tied together with little space for pause .

sanemi is many things , patient is not among those things. he finds his prey , pulls him by haori into a room . it ' s meant for training , sparring and such but [ . . . ] it ' ll do . he has tomioka pressed against the wall , body HOT HOT HOT , but he ' s running on impulse so -- lips latch to the neck of the other , lightly nipping , sucking . MARKING . before he 's capturing tomioka's lips , slotting them against his own . your fervor is feverish , tongue darting to demand an opening . . . / nemi nemi

waves,     crash  over     &     devour:     in  its  blue  embrace,     a  blue  summer     -     you  have  become,     akin  to  shallow  water,     logged      ( stained,     shifted.     drowning  with  suds  in  your  throat.     who  would  ever  love  such  a  boy? )      with  melancholy  blue  eyes  that  beg  to  invite,     lifeless.     devoid  of  color,     of  warmth.     they'll  soon  be  swallowed  in  your  sea.     [ . . . ]     damaging,     eaten  alive:     there's  a  voice  in  your  head      ( your  sisters?     is  this  how  you  remember  tsutako's  voice? )      she  encourages:     make  friends.     you  try  in  the  form  of  another  hashira.     not  the  one  you  wanted.

like  oil,     black.     like  your  hair.     spilled  on  the  ground,     it's  parasitizing:     in  the  space  of  your  ribs,     how  unaware  of  the  further  turmoil  you  cause      ( the  flame  keeps  you  warm,     do  they  lick  at  your  skin? )      [ . . . ]     the  moon  cradles  itself  for  you  both,     allows  you  to  taste     -     the  oncoming  onset  of  tragedy,     the  desire  of  a  zephyr  boy  who  creates  tornadoes  in  his  wake.

like a hibernating  dragon,     you  too  wish  for  the  tiger  to  keep  you  warm.

thoughtless  movements,     down  the  hallway:     where  the  path  is  taken  from  shadows  by  the  setting  sun,     getting  darker  in  shades      ( do  you  soon  find  yourself  prey  caught,     as  if  swallowed     -     bones     &     all,     by  a  demon )      your  back  aches,     suddenly.     hot,     burning     &     devouring:     you  think,     with  how  warm  your  back  is,     the  wood  would  catch  on  fire     [ . . . ]     cobalt  eyes  catch  white,     then  lavender:     like  a  magnet,     you  are  drawn  to  him      ( pushing     &     pulling )      your  body  snaps  against  his  almost  comforting,     almost  immediately.

❛          shina     —     ahh!          ❜          teeth  on  your  skin,     sensitive  as  it  is:     breaks  open  your  mouth,     the  groan  discordant  into  silent  air     [ . . . ]     your  hands  run  warm,     almost  sweaty:     heartbeat  thudding  in  ears  where  blood  pools,     with     -     adrenaline,     on  your  veins      ( the  feeling  of  want,     desire:     almost  too  much  to  bare,     you  think )      it  happens  too  fast,     you  feel  his  lips  sucking  purple  onto  your  throat     &     all  you  can  think  is,     please.     please,     please,     please.     like  pins     &     needles,     human  comfort  but  a  tragedy  you  rarely  experience.

arm,     splayed  across  his  shoulders,     with  fingers:     tangled,     pulling  at  white  strands  loosely      ( his  lips  slot  over  yours,     a  moan  breaks  across  his  lips )      greedily,     hungrily:     your  mouth  opens,     allows  his  tongue  to  explore  inside     &,     your  brain  fogs  itself  in  warmth     [ . . . ]     what  a  shame,     for  you?     for  him,     that  hands     -     shakingly,     hesitantly     -     pull  him  off  by  his  hair  only  to  share  his  same  air.

random ( chaotic ) dialogue / always accepting.

yookimi sent ── please, close the door on your way out. / husk

" is that any manner in which to address an old friend ? " a serpentine smile , zestial had seen so many overlords come & so many go. most fell into obscurity if they weren't simply killed first , with a taste of such power , who would go silently into the night ? the overlord slides to stand across the bar , smoothly adjusting his cloak. clawed hands intertwine behind back , peering at husk with vague interest.

what a peculiar sight , his involvement with this hotel , with alastor & run by hell's princess. zestial was slowly clicking pieces into places , if it involved required a tour by the morningstar he'd manage ( & really , her attitude was quite refreshing ! ) " i had not anticipated seeing thee here , " liar , liar. his eyes & ears reached every corner of this ring.

he straightens , as if deciding to be merciful in the wake of ideals of redemption. zestial moves towards the door with only a polite incline of head , it isn't until he's at the threshold that he turns over shoulder. unsettling , sinister , the way his mouth curves , it's not an outright threat but the simple unknown , ambiguity of it all. " fret not , i do not divulge secrets without recompense. " a rattling laugh , it could almost be pleasant if not for the echo. claws curl around the edge of door, " i shall not allow a draught to enter. " carefully shut , as he'd asked.

❝ i expected better from you levy.

GRAY STOOD BEFORE THE SCRIPT MAGE, ARMS CROSSED AND FACE BLANK. his eyes spoke of an intensity the rest of his body language wasn't giving away. he stepped closer to the blue hair mage before uncrossing his arms and unceremoniously dropping a fairly thick book onto the table in front of her. his face dropped into one of a slight pout before occupying the seat across from her and leaning against the table in a way to be slightly closer to levy.

so when kankuro-sama, one of the suna siblings, came to him with a request that he drew temari-sama based on his description, sai was thrilled to agree.

the canvas he's given temari-sama consists of an angry looking woman with razor-sharp teeth. kankuro-sama had grinned mischievously when sai had shown him if the portrait is accurate, and told sai proudly to give it to his sister. they must be close, sai thinks. if brother were alive, would they be this close ? ❛⠀i didn't know you could elongate your teeth to become weapons, temari-sama. ❜