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he's staring.
he smiles. // @tvrningout liked for a one-liner from deng !!
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𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 // Accepting
@tvrningout Asked: "in english, please?" // from nari to looney bc ma'am probably struggles to follow along all the time, but she's got the spirit!
"Ugh—!!" He groaned. Seemingly annoyed by the query specifically. He's been speaking english! How hard is this to understand? "Okay, okay, look." He held up this skull that he'd been holding. It was the size of maybe a basketball, at best. "This is the skull of the Fisher King. This big bad entity from the dawn of time." The Doctor explained, pointing to the base of the skull, "Right before the dawn of creation the Fisher King had this big army—" He pointed behind him, to several monsters that were lodged in iron bars, preventing them from making full chase. It gave them a few minutes to talk, but quickly in a sort of shotgun-style of dialogue.
"THOSE GUYS!!" The Doctor exclaimed, "And the Fisher King was super, super paranoid that his army was going to usurp him one day so he had a failsafe implanted into the base of his skull." The Doctor pointed to this metallic device jutting out of the skull, "Sends the little imps into a big ole rage that they can't get out of. They go carniviorous, wanting to devour everything in sight." The Doctor then looked toward Nari with baited breath, inhaling deeply.
"Now, the thing is— The Fisher king never quite got usurped! He died of old age." The Doctor explained, which almost seemed a bit anti-climactic, all things considered. Though the Timelord seemed to de-prioritize that as something he should be thinking about, "So, get this, right? The chip in his brain stays deactive for like... billions of years!! Which means the army remains dormant, super immortal ghoul like creatures remain submerged within this planet, unable to die but remaining dormant—" The Doctor then refers to people he might've met prior to getting Nari involved in all of this— things have been moving really fast, he's not even really sure how they got here in this position, together. "Until some archeologists— if you were around I'm sure you remember them, they were really important npcs or something— dug up the FISHER KING'S SKULL!! Activating the brain implant and causing the dormant army to reactivate!" He exhaled suddenly, before hearing the creak of the bars and seeing the ghouls begin to creep through with an ear piercing screech.
"Which means we've gotta run!! Now!!"
Without warning, he grabs her hand and YANKS Nari off down the open corridor they've been running down. The sooner they get into the open, the better.
#!!!. {in character | ic}#vi. {the looney doctor}#tvrningout#//Listen I hope you realize that I'm just tossing you head first into whatever crazy whacky thing I can come up with.#//Like. No brakes. At all.#//*Starts my car engine* we're going to hell. I'll take my car.
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✨ perhaps 👉🏻👈🏻
send ✨ i’ll tell you at least one thing i like most about you, your blog, your portrayal, or your muse.
perhaps one thing is not enough.. ? 👉🏻👈🏻
i really enjoy seeing your excitement for all your muses. your tag lets get ready to RAMBLEEE speaks to me. but i am just a shy mochi who does not share any of my updates on eiji so maybe he's kinda 2d at best. and while you may worry you're spamming the dash just throwing all kinds of word vomit while world/character building. i'm over here quietly enjoying all the information you're putting out. these posts of yours give you characters even more dimension to them.
( not that they don't have enough dimensions already )
multimuses always have my utmost respect because you guys are able to bring to life so many different characters while making sure they are still unique but true to their .. character ? (THIS SOUNDED BETTER IN MY HEAD CRIES). but i really enjoy seeing your various muses and how they tie together or what tragic event brought them together to the point that you weaved your own tvrningoutverse.
so i'm thankful that you're always willing to let me and eiji casually drop in every now and then regardless of the verse, because you always seamlessly let eiji fit in. which is another thing i like. personally i struggle with figuring out how to let eiji and other muses interact in memes, but you're over here posting your muses with all your muses and somehow everytime i throw eiji at you .. he seems to fit in even if its not a modern verse??? pls.. share your secrets--
anyway chiyo and eiji visiting korea thread when??? eiji is gonna switch from gamer to food vlogger.
#tvrningout#ᴏɴᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ | answered#sᴇʀᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪsᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ | ooc#[ if i do not stop myself.. i will also ramble.
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✨✨✨!!! i know i’m slow as molasses but i love your writing to bits! the style of it itches my brain just right and i really love the way you explore your characters’ way of thinking through that style, if that makes sense asdfg 10/10, your writing makes me wanna push myself and i love it!!
i know sdfgsdf i've been hoarding this (@tvrningout), but i really appreciate your sending this to me. we've followed each other for a few years now, & i can never stop expressing how much i love the energy that you put behind your characters. you make your blog so approachable, & you have such a gentle energy. your characters are so full of life that i just get excited to hear every idea that you. thank you!! for hanging around with me for this long! you're fabulous!!
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@tvrningout sent:
i'm imagining things, aren't i? that didn't just happen. ( from chiyo!! )
HE FROWNS AT HER WITH PASSION, pace quick as he holds onto her hand and leads the way with urgency in his steps. Both murmurs and loud words of dread and unsettled worry still carry themselves all the way to his ears, all the way from a crowd surrounding the scene of an accident. A motorcycle crash on the street, the biker was still drowning in a pool of their own fresh blood when Shou has decided it's time to immediately leave.
❝ Don't say something like that! You're gonna end up believing you're insane. ❞ He's dead serious, sweat beading and glistening on a corner of his forehead. Some spirits were visible, strong enough to gain a presence so clear and solid for the naked human eye, but these cases were extremely rare. And from what he could tell, no one aside from himself was able to spot the spirit that approached the limb body of the unconscious biker. Hooves, mangled body of a grass grazing mammal, proportions of legs and back and neck all over the place, some smaller than they should be, others larger in an almost uncomfortable way.
No one could see it, everyone's attention was stitched to the smoking bike and the unconscious body and the ambulance call and cops surrounding the area. And Shou was relieved that no one could see it, having raw screams of pure terror pierce his eardrums was not in his to-do list for the day. Accidents were common happenings, but people don't handle the uncommon so well. He glanced up at Chiyoko, then, and he saw that terror as her wide eyes stared ahead, one hand struggling to hold firm against her lips, jaw dropped out of sickening shock. And he followed her trembling gaze, he could tell she was handling the uncommon.
❝ These creatures tend to appear when someone is on the brink of death, they like to feast on the leaking spiritual energy. ❞ He attempts to explain the unsightly apparition they've just witnessed in the simplest way possible, because she must have seen a little more than she should have. How much gentleness that thing radiated with the big, beautiful eyes and the calm approach. And how all gentleness was killed in broad daylight as it bared its evenly racked set of teeth, mouth open wide, hunger and saliva and cruelty dripping onto bloodstained helmet.
They didn't stick around to see the rest.
❝ You've seen what you've seen, I've seen it, too. ❞ His reassurance is certain, but worry arches his eyebrows tiredly, he doesn't plan on pausing his gait anytime soon. ❝ The question is; how. ❞
#I DO NOT KNOW WHAT OVERCAME ME WHEN I WROTE THIS BUT YEAH#some horror for you while the Halloween season still lingers!!! thru to put chiyo thru it tho SORRY CHIYO !!!!!!!!!!!!!#this is inspired but a lovely piece of art abt a yokai that eats souls on their to leave a body after someone dies#fucked up shit lol#daily horrors of the life of one punk esper ! ( shou )#ショウ ; distortion confronts both heart and mind. / writing.#ショウ ; we scraped our bones to get fire. / inbox.#tvrningout
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🍾 + what would make you happy? for sasume!!
Send 🍾 + a question for my muse to answer your question while drunk. / Accepting! // @tvrningout
A sound erupts from her throat, clattering back and forth as it spills out. It could almost be called laughter, if she was still the sort of person for that. Instead it rattles out, past the bars of her teeth.
"Used to think it was, you know," she flips her hand around vaguely, as if gesturing to a broad idea and dismissing it as minuscule all at once. "Marriage. Romance."
Another laugh rips out, as hollow as her empty chance. "But it has to be possible in order for it to be able to make me happy, right?"
She could try for it, sure, but to actually get it? If she was really, really lucky, she could get a political-esque marriage where she was just another high-value body to warm the bed of someone who could be a half-decent friend as they found actual love in an affair. More realistically, she'd just wind up a neglected trophy wife who was supposed to speak less than an actual trophy when she wasn't be neglected.
And to be actually realistic? She wouldn't get any romance at all, nevermind anything close to marriage. Maybe she'd get left at the altar.
"Or kids, I guess," she grows somber instead of bitter, face falling. She'd always loved the idea of having kids, being a mother. Knows she could do it herself if needed, but... Children were too important to have just because she wanted to, least of all when their only parent had such a (technically) dangerous job. "But that wouldn't be fair."
No one deserved to have her as a mother, or even just a wife.
And as far as what she deserves...
Her eyes water over again, filling with tears. She finishes off her drink and buries her face in folded arms, struggling to even find the words. To even find the idea.
She doesn't even deserve to live. To ask for anything more than that...? To think of even getting anything more than that...?
Her throat grows hot and she bites on the inside of lips to try and keep from crying.
"I just want to be loved," she blurts out, vision blurring as the tears pour down her face. "I just—"
She chokes on it, on the pipe dream, on the want.
And she cries.
"I want a home."
#tvrningout#prompt responses //#ic // sasume#about // sasume#asks //#asks // sasume#oh :))) haha :)))))#tfw sa avoids SubstancesTM bc she doesnt trust herself and . shes not entirely wrong sdghsdghsghsgh#alcohol //#ask to tag //#either it makes it turbo puppy or turbo teary if not Both so um .#smth smth and the difference btwn Being love and FEELING loved#and smth smth how if she doesnt even think to hope for smth than that means 'less' disappointment ???????????#lays on the floor abt her.#i did not include it in the post bc of prose flow or w/e but:#a HOME not just a house :'))) somewhere where she has support and love and community and not just knows it but FEELS it yk#somewhere she can return to thats Hers and not just someplace where shes just a guest#(pay no attention to how she has an egregiously impossible time even considering the idea of her NOT un-belonging somewhere)#(nevermind in an as permanent n 'important' role as Home/Family Member yk........ :')) )
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@tvrningout asked: ❛ what if something happens to you ? ❜ have this too from kaiya and from this meme bc i haven't stopped thinking about that ask response you wrote where akaza leaves to go back to muzan in his remembrance verse :(((
Continuing from this ask
Why did she have to ask that? Why wouldn’t she let him go without a word... Why did she worry? Such kindness, such worry, he hadn’t felt that in hundreds of years. Akaza’s chest ached, the underlying fear of never seeing her again clawed at him. He didn’t worry for his own safety, not the slightest, he always put the lives of his loved ones first. He always had, when he was human, he’d do anything for them, he’d do everything to keep Kaiya safe. She had captured his heart, clutched it into her tender hands, and that terrified the upper moon.
He failed his mission for her, he fell back to his original self thanks to her. His memories were back, aching at the back of his mind, full of blades ready to cut him down. The Demon swallowed, foot steps came to a halt and fists clenched at his sides. Face turned away, expression clouded and twisted in momentary turmoil. He wanted to turn back, take her back into his arms and kiss her, and stay there for the rest of his life. They could hide, hide for the rest of their lives, but... Akaza knew, Muzan would find him, he would kill him, kill Kaiya, kill her friends. The thought made him swallow.
Pale lips parted as his lips forced into a soft smile. Don’t think, commit to what he planned to do, don’t doubt it. His face slowly turned towards Kaiya, a smile on his lips. “No matter what happens to me, I won’t go back on my promise to come back to you.” He reassured. Even if he was torn to pieces, locked up, tortured, he’d come back no matter how long it took.
“I will be okay, he won’t kill me. I’m strong, and that makes me too big of an asset to destroy.” His lord, was unpredictable, terrifyingly so, but Akaza had... hope, dangerous hope that he wouldn’t be thrown to the side. And a lack of care for his own safety or life. “So please, don’t let that saddened expression twist your pretty face.” He added with a grin as he slowly turned away. He needed to leave, he really needed to leave, before he couldn’t anymore. His muscles ached to remain, stay, stay-- they screamed, but Akaza pushed forward towards the darkness of the night.
#tvrningout#Akaza AU;Remembrance~#//So idk if you remember#//this ask you sent me#//but I saw it in my inbox#//and I had to--#//cries
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“ i’m a simple person; anything happens, i cry. ” from nari asdfg
despite the look of disbelief on his face, internally he was AGREEING with her. after all, it simply made sense. but unfortunately for him, crying would not suit his image. or whatever image he THOUGHT he created for himself. "well.. as long as losing games doesn't make you cry.." one, because she was SURE to cry if she ever played co-op with him. and two, he did not want to be associated with bullying the idol for some absurd reason her fans would make up to destroy his career. "is that why you always look so misty eyed in interviews.. ? i always assumed it was just from the lighting." no one ever spoke about it, but he's CERTAIN idol training involved staring at bright lights to prepare them for all the camera flashes and bright lights.
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unprompted | @tvrningout asked: " i found this and thought you might like it. " it's a dusty, definitely old tome that rin offers hyacinth. the leather-bound book golden embellishment is faded but still impressive, a pretty contrast against the deep brown. the elf grins. " turns out vampire cults hoard a lot of interesting old trinkets. practically had to fight cyrillo to let me take this for you. apparently there's valuable magic theory -- history? something like that in here. "
𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 Hyacinth could say he truly enjoyed and loved seeing, it'd absolutely be old tomes. His violent gaze stares the tome down as pale fingers reach for it. She's so right, he absolutely does like it and he hasn't even opened the first page. He knows that this book will have many good and interesting things inside for him to read and understand. He's always been hungry for knowledge, always loved learning more and more about magical history.
❝ You are right, I very much do like what you have brought me. ❞ He has to flip it open, he needs to see what's on one of the pages ( he knows he's going to binge read the entire tome later too ). ❝ It practically screams that it has a rich magical history in its pages and I could tell that before I opened it. ❞ His violet hues try to keep looking between her and the pages but he doesn't know which he wants to gaze at more in the moment. ❝ A vampire cult, what an interesting place for this beautiful tome to be . . . Thank you for coming close to fighting this Cyrillo for this and for bringing this to me. It is simply wonderful. ❞ As is she for that matter, for bringing him this amazing tome.
#tvrningout#// this is from before you moved blogs me just answering it im sorry im slow#// i owe you a few things but i am working on them i am#⸻ ❛ 𝐢𝐜 » hyacinth calix.
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[ tears ] your muse wiping away mine’s tears . ( from suma bc wouldn’t that be funny that the crybaby is wiping away nicolette’s tears :’ ) )
NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE » ACCEPTING
The nights have grown colder this time of year.
With every gentle breeze that blows through the thin fabric of her simple yukata a tremor runs through her body, though she hardly feels it, lost in melancholy as she is. Sitting at the edge of the engawa, Nicolette stares out into the yard with a distant look. Her bare feet nudge at the small stones lining the perimeter of the estate, toes flexing against the pebbles.
She does not hear the door slide open, nor the soft patter of footsteps drawing near, but jolts minutely at Suma's sudden presence by her side. She says nothing at first— neither of them do. Normally talkative, Suma seems to hesitate at whatever expression she finds on her face. Even without words, the slayer can practically feel the other's concern. It's palpable and terrifying, but not entirely unwelcome. Somehow, the addition of a warm, familiar presence at her side makes it impossible to ignore just how cold she'd been before.
❝ Sorry, ❞ Nicolette is the first to speak, voice soft and uncharacteristically timid. Ashamed. ❝ I didn't mean to wake you. ❞
Suma shakes her head, denies the misplaced guilt. Nicolette isn't sure if she's telling the truth or not— even if her exit from the room hadn't awoken her, it's clear that Nicolette's absence had inevitably pulled her from bed. It's a strange feeling, to be both warmed by the knowledge of being missed, and chilled with regret for being an iconvienance.
It's still hard to be cared about. She isn't very good at accepting it sometimes.
❝ Everyone else is still asleep? ❞ She feels foolish for asking, but can't resist. Maybe it's some twisted way to figure out just how much self-inflicted punishment she deserves. Maybe Suma realizes it too, because she nods— assures that she only happened to wake up by chance. It could be true, but it's hard to tell. After another moment of silence, the kunoichi moves closer, sitting right beside slayer, smooth legs tucked under her bottom. Their arms brush with how close they are. It's enough to make Nicolette tense up for half a second before immediately relaxing by a thread.
A soft, sweet voice asks her what's wrong, and she shudders.
❝ I don't know, I— ❞ She stops, breathes in, then out, a trembling sigh. It'd be easy to just make an excuse, to brush it aside. Suma might be stubborn enough to put up a fight at first, but she'd never try and force Nicolette beyond her comfort. Yet... it feels wrong. She's trying to get better at this, at being loved, isn't she? ❝ Sometimes I have these dreams... they're not even nightmares. Not really, at least... not like I'm used to. ❞ Scarred fingers twitch in her lap, moving incessantly as she speaks. Clenching and relaxing. Picking at fabric. ❝ They're just... things I've experienced. Like I'm out on a mission... and there's all this blood. It's mine. I'm hurt real bad, and I'm laying there, all alone... and it's cold. So cold, and quiet. I can't move— I don't know if anyone will get there in time. I might die... I'm a little scared, I guess, but I'm used to it. It happened all the time before, but then I wake up, and I— I feel like I'm not really here... ❞
Like a confession, her voice falls to a trembling whisper. ❝ I wake up, and this is the dream. I'm not hurt, and I'm in bed, and I'm not alone— I'm safe, a-and... and it's not REAL. I want so badly to reach out and touch one of you, t-to just prove that it is, but... I'm so afraid that I'm wrong. That one selfish touch could ruin everything and I'd wake up all alone, covered in my own blood. Or that I might not wake up at all. I figured that it was better... better to never touch any of you again, if I could just stay in a beautiful dream. ❞
She doesn't realize she's shaking until Suma reaches out grab her hands, stopping the way they'd begun to clench so tightly that her nails left bloody, crescent-shaped wounds in her palms. ❝ But the thought of that made me feel so alone... you were all right there, but you couldn't have been further away. It was so confusing and scary. Before I knew it, I was out here... but I still didn't— don't feel like I'm in my own body. ❞ Her voice cracks with rising emotion. A gentle palm moves to cradle her cheek and lifts her head hanging head. It's impossible to hide the expression of acute grief on her face, eyes wide and glistening, lost. Suma doesn't look away, instead cupping both her cheeks, thumbs stroking awake tears— when had she started crying?
Nicolette sniffles and sinks heavily into the other's embrace as if the strings holding her up had been cut. Arms wrap tightly around her body, hands rubbing at her back and brushing through plum hair. She feels a pair of lips pressing into the crown of her hear, murmuring soft assurances and loving praise, and it's enough for the last of the tension to melt away. Wet lashes flutter closed, flushed nose burying against her lover's smooth neck to breathe in her familiar, comforting scent. Suma keeps talking, keeps touching, proving that she's here. That this is real.
The words follow even as exhaustion sets in. Sleep begins to claim her, and Nicolette dreams of nothing but a beautiful warmth surrounding her on all sides.
#tvrningout#WHAT IF I DIE?#DON'T ASK ME WHERE THIS CAME FROM I WENT CRAZY#I MISSED THEM. AND YOU. UUEUEUE I LOVE YOUUU BELLLL#depersonalization tw//#↳ PRIVATE AU ; FOURTH WIFE || ❛ its okay to be selfish / i want to live ❜ ( tvrningout )#long post#didn't feel confident writing suma dialogue so i left it vague. also this is post nico joining polycule because i love them
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THE LAST BITE OF A POPSICLE gets crushed between his jaws, it's not a a good thing to straight up chew on ice, but that fact could never stop the boy, no scientific health related thing could ever stop him from doing anything he liked, and that should be a problem if you ask anyone sensible.
" Hoo ! " A spark shines in his eyes, empowered by the glorious summer's sun and the shimmering joy of finding something so small yet so precious. " A winning popsicle! " He turns around with excitement tugging at his lips, wooden stick in fingers that reads ' あたい ', only to get ambushed by doting hands and playful words.
@tvrningout sent:
" how'd ya manage to get ice cream on your face? " chiyo teases with a small grin, reaching over to wipe at shou's face with a gentle thumb. " it's supposed to go in your mouth, ya dork. "
His skin has already been glwoing red, fried mercilessly by the heat and fierce light, but he still feels the blood rushing to his face, embarrassment silently shouting in the back of his mind as Chiyoko makes quick work of cleaning after his careless sloppiness, but he doesn't move away, only pouts to mainly himself, unfamiliar with the treatment. " I'm not a child, Chiyo-san ... " He holds out the carved wood, impatient and eager and everything in between as he smiles once more.
" Do you want to redeem it ? "
#gives you this summer thing in the end of the year becuz i felt silly#and they're so ADORABLE#ショウ ; distortion confronts both heart and mind. / writing.#ショウ ; we scraped our bones to get fire. / inbox.#tvrningout
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