#sociieties

[peachmuses]

@sociieties asked: it's early and momoi is on top of him -- admittedly a bad look as sakurai enters the dining room, causing all motion to come to a stand still as makoto briefly sees his life flash before his eyes. " sakurai, wait-- " // vh

they're tired - but had heard something that roused him from their sleep, and so they made their way down the stairs. he blinks --- momoi's on top of hanamiya - hanamiya's got one hand around her waist and they're both staring at him and he's staring at them back. ryou looks rough - messy hair, oversized shirt that had once belonged to kazuya until ryou had stolen it for himself because he liked the fabric, sleep shorts and a pair of socks because his feet were cold. a hand comes up to rub at his eyes just to make sure that he sees what he thinks he sees -- and when it doesn't go away, " ah. " nothing else is said for the moment as eyes bounce between the two. he doesn't want to know actually. " i'm getting anyone else to handle this. i'm too tired. " he turns and makoto tells him to wait, and he pauses, and looks over his shoulder, brow raising. " no no. i don't really -- " he eyes momoi whose sitting up now, " want to know. "

#sociieties #sociieties: makoto #character ⸺ ryou.

[barrenstars]

@sociieties : “ i’ll choke you with those ugly ass braids of yours. ” // hanma to ran

it's no surprise to anyone that ran didn't particularly like hanma. the taller boy's attitude and his stupid eccentric personality just rubbed him the wrong way. ( perhaps because ran had an attitude and personality of similar nature, which was what was truly ironic. ) either way, the two did not get along whatsoever, not when left to their own devices and left to chat. it often led to an altercation, which was the case in this situation. only, they hadn't quite reached the stage of getting up to get physical but ran could feel his annoyance burn with each word the stupid two-toned prick said.

❝ no you won't, ❞ ran responds swiftly, sitting comfortably on the couch he had no business sitting on. he and his brother had come to visit aimi, and, of course, hanma was there. of course. ❝ you wanna know why? because i don't consent. i'm not into that shit, take your weird kinks somewhere else, freak. ❞

ran knows exactly what hanma's intentions were, and he knows how unsexual they were. in fact, he knew they were probably nothing but violence. but, still, ran often enjoyed plucking at people's nerves. rindo was the one who enjoyed music, but ran was the one who knew how to play people's nerves like a guitar, and he was good at it as well. ❝ now be a good butler, or whatever it is you are here, and get me a drink, ❞ lifting the empty bottle in his hand, he grins, ❝ i've ran out of water. ❞

#RAN. / answered #RAN. / v. main #sociieties #sociieties: hanma shuji

[soulsballad]

@sociieties: “ roselle…? ” moon calls softly, seemingly appearing from nowhere. by the time she spots him, moon sits comfortably with her cat, of whom he’d forgotten the name of, offering the animal a small piece of fish he’d brought with him. “ do you remember, ” he begins, gaze soon moving onto the woman, “ when you asked me to take away the magic from the people in your coven? ”

making themself aware or not, roselle knew whenever moon was close. it wasn't like the soft coolness that tickled her hot skin, unlike the warmth that spread to every crevice of her body when she was too cold under the moonlight. no, moon's presence was like a hit of pure power, it made the magic within her bones vibrate with an intensity that could easily make her vomit or unwell if she didn't know how to handle moon magic in the first place. instead, she feels a rush of energy as they appear, turning slightly from finishing up cleaning up after dinner to see the being feeding her cat. she greets him back with a hum of acknowledgement as she puts the dishes away. his question is heard fine and well, but she doesn't begin to answer it until she's strolling back into the same room as him.

❝ yes, ❞ roselle finally responds, tone void of any emotion, ❝ why? ❞ for them to appear and suddenly bring it up meant something she wasn't too sure she wanted to know. but either way, she, of course, had to hear what they had to say. moon was, after all, the very being who was responsible for the power she wielded.

#ROSELLE SWANSON. / answered #ROSELLE SWANSON. / v. the moons witch #sociieties #sociieties: moon

[peachmusesa]

sociieties asked: “ …. i fell. ” // og to hanae and sora

" you fell. " hanae repeats, staring at ryo's face and sora's brow quirks, before the two share a look, and hanae sighs, " stay here. luckily, ryou keeps a first aid kit in the kitchen. " granted it's usually so he can clean up after others when they fight - but this will work. she steps away and sora looks back at him. " now that she's out of the room, do you want to tell me the truth ? or are you gonna stick to 'i fell.' "

#sociieties #sociieties: ryo #npc ⸺ hanae. #npc ⸺ sora.

[hehosts]

blind eyes seek the stranger, extending his hand to gesture to the seat in front of him. ❝ if you're alone, why don't you sit? you seem to have a lot on your mind. ❞ the long-haired man smiles, strands tied back today to cascade in even flow down the back. bangs are swept aside briefly as if to get a better look at the person near him. ❝ i'm here all day. i'm here to listen. ❞ // * @sociieties liked for a starter from yong-sun !!

#* ( yong-sun ) ♡ — jack of diamonds #* ( yong-sun ) ♡ — ic #sociieties

[theircurse-archive4]

╰ ☆ ✧ — @sociieties asked: ❝ well then, give me your hand. ❞ // from nii

↳ -: ☆ ( last of us (show) starters ) ☆ :-

╰ ★ █║ ⁞ —ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. People hardly ever make physical contact with them without some sort of malicious intent. It was always to harm or to bear witness to just what their ability could do. Still, they don't want to seem SCARED; not in the mafia. They reach out and take her hand.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ You know, most people would be TOO SCARED to hold my hand. ❜

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHonestly, it felt ... WEIRD. Surreal even to be holding someone's hand like how they were now. Still, they brush off those thought and look back up at her.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ So where are we going ? ❜ㅤㅤ

#sociieties #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. ◜☆◞ IC. #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ They locked me up and took my soul‚ ashamed of what they’d made. ◜☆◞ UNKNOWN. #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ I’ll put a curse on that beautiful mind of yours. ◜☆◞ ASK.

[kyugens]

@sociieties  –  moon.

It's the way that light trespasses the leaf mess at the entrance from a different angle that gives it away – he's slept through at least another couple of centuries. The faint smell of blood in the air is always the same – he'd laugh if fully conscious. Although upon second thought, it was a little stronger, so much he could taste the iron laying thick in the back of his tongue every time he inhaled more deeply – another war, it seemed. Nevertheless, the likelihood of a senseless human conflict had never woken Itachi before, no– Something   ( someone? )   had entendered his domain, and its celestial energy was substantial enough to have prodded him out of his slumber. Itachi wailed loudly, the waves reverberating throughout his entire body and ruffled every feather covering it, only exhaling then, finally peeking his beak and then his head outside. It was mildly colder than he'd have liked. Chirping at the sight of such a strange creature so close to his nest, the ancient Sannin crawled the rest of his figure out – unworried about whether he'd startle his company or not. He towered over the pale being, and for no reason other than curiosity, Itachi all but envelops himself around the stranger – aligning his face with theirs. “ — Are you astray... young man? ”  The raven asks, although his beak hasn't opened, and he takes a moment to inspect the other – it was no more a boy than he was, although it wasn't a beast either. Something felt familiar, yet he couldn't say what.  “ — Who... Are you? ”

kinda plotted starter.

#[ wse ⋅ no ballad will be written٬ it'll be entirely forgotten ] – itachi. #[ starter ] – itachi. #sociieties #oh wow #one giant birb coming right up #– sociieties: itasuki.

[fighterbound]

His gut curls with a sudden spike of apprehension, still adjusting to his personal space being invad--taken up by others. With Suigetsu it's gotten better, they've climbed mountains in terms of progress. It shows in the way he eventually relaxes, the anxiety fizzling out. In other ways as well, like when they walk together. No longer does he seek to put space between them, instead finding comfort in the way their shoulders or hands brush. Sometimes when their hands just happen to catch, neither releasing and simply holding. He participates, sometimes being the one to squeeze and hold on longer.

If he didn't want this and Sasuke told Suigetsu to stop, he knows he would. He's done so before. Even though there's been progress, his bad days ignore it. They make him retreat into the habits that kept him sane and in control. It's that knowledge, control? He's not sure what to name it that let's him lower his guard during moments like these. It opens his mind, allowing him to be present and explore the feelings that surface.

Reclining against Suigetsu, his skin tingles from the light kisses. They way they linger on the scars left behind by Kirin, it gets him to hum in thought. Lightning scars the medic had called them. To Sasuke they resemble thin tree branches, and they cover the entirety of his remaining arm. He doesn't care if they're kissed, there's no shame in his scars. They are markers of what he's survived, what he's gone through. Every shinobi and kunoichi come carry scars at some point. They are no different. Still to have them kissed, draws out certain emotions he wouldn't come to associate with his scars. To kiss, from what he knows, is showing you care. It's affection, full of warmth and tenderness. Why bestow that on his scars?

They're not all badges of honor. His scars from Kirin, the battle with Itachi contains so many complexities and not all of them are good.

"Why," he asks, brows knitting together in curiosity. Why kiss these scars?

[ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 ] : sender plants kisses on undressed receiver's scar/s. // suisasu / @sociieties

#sociieties #.sociieties [ suigetsu ] #.suisasu [ fucked around & found out - sociieties ] #i finally was able to write this / sasuke finally gave me words to what i couldn't exactly explain #that was him adjusting having someone close again to that level #thaaaank you for sending this c:

[feelsofhiraeth]

SONG : WHITLEY BY NOVA !

it’s been hell for the past week.  they barely manage to escape him each time and zuko is relentless in his pursuit.  he wants aang by any means necessary and it’s completely exhausting.  while aang doesn’t appear to be all that bothered and sokka even more so, katara is left having to stress over the situation alone.  as usual.  boys were stupid, she figured that out years ago after her mom died and she practically had to baby her older brother.  but now she knows that boys just weren’t the same species as her.  it’s what she’s thinking as she storms away from their campsite, almost breathing fire from her mouth like some kind of fire bender.  she’s that mad!  aang and sokka weren’t too worried about zuko catching up and katara was trying to convince the boys they should move camp somewhere a little further, somewhere they could see if zuko was coming or not.  but she was met with the ‘ zuko won’t find us in all these trees. ’ and the ‘ katara you’re being too paranoid. ’  no she wasn’t!  she’s a good bit away from the camp now, trying to locate a stream the trio flew over when finding their current campsite on appa.  only, when she nears the stream she feels an incoming heat, like a blast of hot air that gets warmer and warmer -  until she turns and barely manages to dodge a fire blast.  zuko.  gritting her teeth together, the brunette quickly gets into a bending stance only to be brutally reminded that she wasn’t near any body of water.  it was still too far away.  but she keeps her stance held and narrows her eyes towards the male.  “ won’t you just please give up!? ”  it’s exclaimed with a large amount of fury, but hidden hints of plea.  “ being in this chase -  i’m sick of it zuko! ”

@sociieties​    /     spotify wrapped starter !

#katara / interactions #katara / v. 01 #sociieties #sociieties: zuko

[frogprinceus]

@sociieties (Menma) liked for starter

"Hey Menma! Would you like to go to the hot springs with me? Everyone needs a break from training sometimes!"

#sociieties

[peachmuses]

@sociieties asked: " bullshit, " kazuya's certain when he says this, more sure of himself than usual. " vampires don't exist. " makoto face palms and kazuya continues, " he's just making shit up again, mako. don't tell me you believe him. "

shuuzou looks up from the ball that he had found, " it's not bullshit, " tatsuya grins, eyes alight with mischief as he looks between shuuzou whose sprawled out on the floor, and kazuya whose all bu telling him that he doesn't exist. " oh ? " a purr, as tatsuya leans forward, dark eyes alight with a magenta glow, " would you like me to bite you to prove it ? " tongue darts out to run across where fang would extend if so, " you can ask shuu. i've bitten him before. " " don't drag me into this. this has nothing to do with me -- " shuuzou gaze lifts from ball to kazuya anyways, " why are you so surprised ? i'm a werewolf. tatsu's a vampire. "

#sociieties #sociieties: makoto #sociieties: kazuya #character ⸺ shuuzou. #character ⸺ himuro. #verse ⸺ of monsters and men.

[barrenstars]

letta is still very much so new to the mbcc, as in, she's only been here a day and night. yes, all new sinners are shown around upon arrival, but the young girl had already forgotten where certain places where upon nightfall, which happens to be the time she finds herself most active. ( being unable to sleep is lonely at times, but it is what it is. ) so instead of going out and wandering the hallways at mad hours, letta grasped her lantern and did what she did best! only, she hadn't anticipated phasing through one wall to make eye contact with a set of golden eyes. it only lasted a few seconds, with letta unable to see anything other than the vibrancy of the eyes ( the light from her lantern was straining her eyes a little, making it hard to make out anything past the proximity of her guiding light. ) she opted to carry on her way, phasing through the wall on the other side. ultimately, she got to where she wanted, got what she wanted, and then made her way back to her bedroom without any trouble whatsoever. now it's morning, and the first morning she's allowed to go and socialise with other sinners, so she does so excitedly.

there's a plate of a half-eaten jam and cream scone, a banana peel, and an empty yoghurt with the spoon by its side on the table before her. however, letta is sitting with her head resting on the table, sitting beside a few other sinners who took to her the moment she entered. ( they were just as excited to meet her as she was to meet them, apparently, they had heard about her antics on sloane street! ) when her new friend, bai yi, speaks up, greeting someone named 'oliver', letta raises her head, blinking tired eyes and looking over to where the elder woman was gesturing to. @sociieties / plotted starter for oliver!

#LETTA. / threads #sociieties #sociieties: oliver

[soulsballad]

she's in the middle of putting her paints away when the door goes, and the house is relatively empty now. isamu is gone, her mother's back in the hospital, and her dad is at work. haru, of course, is chilling with tori. so aimi moves, shoving one hand in the pocket of her hoodie as she strolls down the stairs to answer the door. when she swings the door open and @sociieties is the one standing there, pink brows shoot up and mild shock consumes her.

#AHANE AIMI. / threads #AHANE AIMI. / v. tokyo revengers; past #sociieties #sociieties: hanma shuji

[peachmusesa]

sociieties asked: “  so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here?  ” kazuya to makoto and shuuzou because he's tired of pretending that him and tatsuya don't know about how makoto and shuuzou feel about one another.

tatsuya's leaning against the door -- he knows shuuzou enough that when shuuzou gets a moment ; he'll break out and run if feelings get involved. still it's somewhat amusing when he proposed the idea to kazuya a few weeks ago of just 'locking them up' and kazuya running with it. shuuzou shifts on the bed, " what do you mean ? what's wrong ? " tatsuya clicks his tongue. wrong answer, shuu. " your feelings. " shuu stills, " what feelings ? " tatsuya slides his gaze over to kazuya, and raises a brow, " i think that shuu's pretending he doesn't know. "

#sociieties #sociieties: hanamiya #sociieties: hara #ic ⸺ himuro. #ic ⸺ shuuzou.

[tenacityreturns]

@sociieties

kagami nods solemnly in greeting. “hey, pretty boy, i need your advice.” he looks very grave, this is probably serious! 

#sociieties #kise i love you #mars I LOVE YOU #sociieties; real fake boyfriends.

[kyousei-a]

     @sociieties​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: inosuke, oblivious idiot, has not only walked up behind genya, but he’s also up and stolen the other’s gun right off of him. how? easily! it was very out in the open! very grabbable! why? well — “ what’s this? ” he’s waving the gun around. repeat: hashibira insosuke is waving around a shotgun. // unprompted

     — YOINK!

     Genya is speaking with a Kakushi when he feels a sudden... weight being lifted from him. And not in a way that’s any sort of relieving. It’s a weight that has the belt holding his Nichirin Blade and shotgun firmly against his lower back going slack. This has to be a mistake... Right?

     He pauses, mid-conversation, and his already pale face loses a few more shades with the sight of Hashibira Inosuke with a shotgun. His shotgun. That’s LOADED.

     ❝W-WAIT!! Inosuke, don’t pull the trigger!!❞

     Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck—

     ❝INOSUKE HAS A GUN!!❞

#sociieties #ic. ɢᴇɴʏᴀ #answered. #you know in jo.hn mul.aney's skit about the party when he's like 'some kid grabbed a forty smashed it on the ground and yelled SCATTER!!!!! #this is about the same energy i feel