@sixthxchairman . starter

There was something off about Kamurocho - and Akiyama was determined to find out just what it was. For the first time in a long while, it did not appear to be immediately related to the yakuza - despite the fact that another war of sorts seemed to be looming in the horizon, with the whispers coming through the homeless network suggesting a powerful Chinese mafia making themselves comfortable at Little Asia. 

The loan shark couldn’t say they were not smart - the Tojo Clan wasn’t exactly at their best moment following the untimely death of the Sixth Chairman. There was a new one in power now, of course - but the clan had seemingly never recovered from the way Dojima Daigo had perished. For all intents and purposes, a grand funeral was held in the same fashion of his predecessors, but the details concerning the reasons of his death were not made public.

Akiyama, however, had contacts among the high-ranking officers of the clan - and it had been from Saejima that the most astonishing piece of news came: Daigo had committed suicide. The Tiger of the Tojo himself had seen it, and he looked haunted as he told the moneylender the details he remembered from that night.  The gunshot, the letters left behind, the way the former chairman seemed to be suffering until then - these had been painful memories for Saejima, and his sworn brother apparently took it even worse.

This was how Akiyama knew the funeral held at the headquarters had been done with an empty casket - no one ever retrieved Daigo’s body from the sea where he ended his life, but the officers who witnessed the act were positive he had not survived (and the area had been searched extensively). With or without Daigo - the Tojo needed to move forward, otherwise they risked losing their turf to any power-hungry opponent, as it had happened before during the absence of a chairman (or an incapacitated one).

Akiyama, however, found it hard to believe that Daigo would ever take the easy way out. He had known the deceased chairman when he was a reckless brawler, drinking himself stupid and picking a fight with anyone who was dumb enough to go against him - but he wasn’t suicidal; he had looked after a nameless man with no home, nursing him from the brink of death alone. He had then fought with everything he had to keep the Tojo afloat - hell, Daigo had stolen all the money Akiyama had to make sure they stood a chance a few years ago. They landed on opposite sides and still the Tojo’s Dojima-kaichou had not gone down without a fight.

And, to make things even more interesting - there were tales about someone looking like Daigo appearing in dark alleyways and deserted streets; these had been going around for a while now, mostly among the homeless population of Kamurocho. Most people said it was a ghost - his spirit roaming the land he had sworn to protect, unable to fully rest because of an unfulfilled mission. And that rumor - while entertaining in itself - was gaining too much traction to be a mere urban legend. 

People from different locations within the city reported the same sightings - and the increased chatter, added to the fact that Akiyama knew about the empty coffin and the strange conditions surrounding Daigo’s suicide... Made him skeptical and bothered enough to do some detective work himself, going around the places where the ‘ghost’ had been indicated to appear and investigating on his own. In a way - the loan shark felt like this was going to be a fruitless endeavor, particularly when so many pranksters had been uncovered before (Akiyama himself remembered the ‘spirit’ that appeared as a guest in some purikura in Osaka - there had been nothing supernatural about that).

And yet... As the loan shark made himself ostensibly alone and strolled around the city looking for the darkest, most dangerous corners... He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was indeed off about the city. The air felt different, the hairs on the back of his neck were standing; it felt as if his body was preparing to react to a threat that, rationally, should not exist. Whatever was really lurking in the dark, Akiyama could take it...

...Or so he thought.

@sixthxchairman sent: [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring  ► from this meme.

Ryu feels it before he sees it: these fragments of himself fused with another’s spirit, the blues and golds of his aura wrapped around the red of a human with so much stubborn determination it’s dangerous. On a night as cold as this-- made even colder as he sits at an odenya by the river-- a warm bowl of soup is a nice comfort. But the rush of heat that suddenly ripples through his bones has nothing to do with the food he’s eating.

It’d be impossible not to acknowledge him. Much as the magic the mortal’s made his own has turned Ryu into a magnet (something about finding where you belong, about returning to the source), the connection works both ways-- without the full extent of his divinity, Ryu feels his own power more acutely, and instinct tells him to devour what’s his to take it all back.

He eats a fishcake instead, even if it does nothing to stave off his hunger.

“Are you going to sit?”

Ryu’s voice is calm in tone, but full and round and smooth in consistency. It’s the kind of sound that travels, makes an impact-- it’d demand attention if he were aggressive in any way.

“I have enough money for us both,” he continues, finally turning his head to glance at the human that’s touched his heart for decades, now.

(It’s frustrating, how much he wants to touch the scars he knows are on this man’s body. We made those together.)

“It’s too cold to just stand there.”

@sixthxchairman:

"Hey, kid." The words are gruff. It's as much of a greeting as it is an order for Yagami to look at him. Daigo's hand, accented by taped fingers due to the knuckle he broke last week, grasped Yagami's chin and turned it. The brawler's touch was surprisingly gentle for a man who still reeked of beer, though that may have been left from the night before. "  ―  the fuck happened your eye? You look like shit."

“Oh, yeah?” Taabou sneers. “Look better than you, though.”

He only barely keeps himself from spitting in Daigo’s face. Not even because he doesn’t like him, gods know it’s the total opposite, but only because anyone else who’d try to hold his face like this wouldn’t deserve to.

Daigo’s different, though. Taabou’s insightful enough to feel that in the care that comes with his touch, even if he isn’t stupid enough to ever say such a thing out loud.

“You should see the other guy.” Taabou lost against the other guy-- some hotshot climbing up the ranks of some nothing Tojo Family or whatever. But he’d broken his nose, at least, and in that he’s gotta admit he’s pretty proud.

@sixthxchairman inquired: 🔥? // [x]

This one should go without saying. 

That’s almost the response he gives. Emotionally stunted as Mine may feel he is, he’s, by this point, certain the ex-chairman is well-aware of Mine’s thoughts in regards to how attractive he finds the other man. At this point, he may have even been offended had he not known.

Obviously, he found Daigo attractive. While they were relatively lowkey when it came to their connection, forgoing PDA and maintaining that air of professionalism in public ( as though that aspect of their lives had never changed ), there was never a conscious effort to hide things either. Perhaps it was just due to Mine’s secretive and distant nature ⸺ he was still adjusting to that semblance of normalcy when all his past relationships were anything but.

    ❝ ⸺ Of course. ❞ For all of the sheer weight of his words, they’re spoken deceptively easily, calm, and were it not for the faint beginnings of a smirk the edges of his lips twitched upwards into, one could assume he was just parroting common knowledge. ❝ I’d even go as far as to say he’s the most handsome man I’ve had the fortune of being acquainted with. ❞

@sixthxchairman​ asked: “ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“I’m fine,” Masaharu insists even though the agony he’s attempting to hide seeps through his tone. It’s by no means the worst injury he’s sustained, especially within the past few years, but getting hit by a car is never fun. Carefully, he begins to get up as he continues to grumble, “Damn idiot didn’t stop at the crosswalk. I was already in the middle of it, too!”

Neverminded the fact that he was in the middle of the crosswalk because he was fighting some goons...

@sixthxchairman asked: ❛ i’m gonna make sure this place is secure. ❜ ► from this meme.

Joel doesn’t ask about what jolted Daigo up, even if it’d been responsible for waking him up, too. Instead, the unimpressed look on his face is only because, “Alone? On, what, two hours of sleep?”

Daigo is good, but he’s not some superman.

Joel knows what their rotations are. He may not have been awake at the time Daigo returned from his shift (he’s always assigned the daytime patrols, the ones where you’re more likely to find a tourist to kill and steal from), but he knows damn well the man came back with the rest of his unit only a handful of hours before. Their group’s small-- twenty in total, cut up into units of five with rotating shifts to patrol the new building they’ve holed up in and the surrounding areas-- and while Joel isn’t by any means the leader, it’s small enough he knows what everyone’s schedule is.

And he knows Daigo shouldn’t be awake.

“You’re not that fucking good. What’ll you do if you get swarmed, huh?”

That said, he reaches for his gun. It doesn’t take much effort. The weight slides into his holster with ease, and Joel’s up from his modest bedding of cardboard boxes with barely a sound. Tommy, where he’s sleeping close by, doesn’t seem to notice anything (but Joel’s protective enough that he can be as heavy a sleeper as he wants).

“I’m coming with you.”

sixthxchairman for the Munday meme ! <3

Munday Opinions? [x]

How I feel about you: We’ve only spoken a little OOC thus far, but you were actually the first person to reach out to me in ims on this blog ( which I appreciate immensely from the start, as approaching people myself tends to be a challenge for me haha ). You’ve been nothing short of an absolute delight to talk to, and tbh I’d love the opportunity to talk more, be it RP-related or not. As for your writing? Chef’s kiss. Absolutely phenomenal. The amount of passion and detail you put into your writing definitely shows, and I’m absolutely in love with your handle over the English language. How I feel about your muse: Admittedly  .  .  .  I’ve always been a little neutral to Daigo as a character. That isn’t to say I’ve ever disliked him, because by all means I do like him, but unless they’re a character I’m personally attached to because they appeal to me specifically, it’s normally through roleplay and interactions with other writers that I form a stronger opinion of characters I’d otherwise not spare a second thought to ( which, ironically, is how I’ve actually grown as attached as I have to Ryuji who used to be in the same boat ). That all being said, I love the amount of thought you’ve given to his character and, like I’ve mentioned before, the passion you have for the character and everything you’ve built with him shines through all of your posts. I love love love the interactions we’ve had with Ryuji and Daigo so far, and really do hope we can build more off of that just for an opportunity to see more of your take on Daigo!

happy new year and 2022′s follow forever!

I feel I say this every year - but 2022 was the most challenging year for me thus far. From living entirely by myself in a foreign country while studying my ass off to surviving the most critical election that my country has faced since our (very young) re-democratization - it has been a lot. It has been exhausting, daunting and frightening for a myriad of reasons and yet this place (and you guys) have helped me survive it all.

New fandoms, new muses, new connections - 2022 introduced me to some lovely mutuals who have been more than roleplay partners; it solidified older friendships, as well! I couldn’t possibly go on and head into the new year without acknowledging some very special souls who made all the difference during these last months and to whom I credit part of my success of writing this with a smile on my face. :)

@sixthxchairman: YOU. YOU AMAZING HUMAN. I have no words to explain how much I love you and the immensely positive impact you’ve had on my life, Dawn. This time, last year, I was already in awe at how much I had grown to love and care for Daigo and all our plotting; one year later and we have a MULTIVERSE. You are responsible for rekindling my passion for a franchise to the point of picking up Akiyama, you have been the one person I couldn’t go a day without dropping by to say hello, you’ve kept me company during bleak hours and complicated times of my life and all I can say is a huge ‘thank you’. I love the fanart we commissioned, the gifts we exchanged, the movie night experience! It feels like I’ve known you forever and I cannot wait until we finally meet and fangirl in person. <3 Honestly, you’re incredible and I’m grateful for having you every day! A day without my daily Down dose (wohoo alliteration!) is not a happy one.

@cwarscars: Han, my love, the owner of the sexiest voice ever, the best doggo groomer in all of the UK - I am so happy to see you writing for my favorite villain of the FFVII franchise but also for being who you are. You just are so incredible kind, always willing to give everyone a chance and such a blessed brain with all these delightful ideas and well-rounded portrayals that I could go on for hours about. I am thrilled to remain your friend after 3 years, and it feels symbolic that we have returned to Heidegger and Melissa at the closing of 2022 since this is where it all started! I’ll never be able to thank you enough for all the love and support for my OC when she was still a FFVII side piece and giving her space to shine. You rock!

@5judgements: Chelsea - you have given me the GIFT of writing Melissa in one of my favorite verses, as well as allowing me to fully flesh her FFXII persona and build upon the lore of my favorite FF entry. I will never be over the fact you made me soft for all judge magisters (BUT BERGAN, NOT YOU BERGAN) and how much we’ve picked this game apart to make it our own. It’s been an incredible experience and you’re such a talented, amazing writer! I am constantly in awe of everything you do and making grabby hands at your other muses (even if they are not heavily armored, haha) because you are so compelling when writing them. I am very proud to know that my legacy to you is being remembered whenever Shakira’s ‘Hips Don’t Lie’ come on the radio. :D

@kansaisdragon: Atlas, sweetheart - please know I’ll forever cherish the fact we’ll be both going broke over Akiyama together; it’s fun to make bad decisions in good company! :D But also - I am so immensely grateful for the time, interest and incredible writing you have given me during these last months. You have singlehandedly transformed my opinion on Ryuji, amused me with your own take on Akiyama, then watched me struggle with Kuwana and swing like a pendulum where my thoughts about him are concerned. I’m also in awe of how clearly you get their voices - and I’m always happy to see you around. I hope there’s much more for us in 2023!

@iosonostanco: GABE, WE DID IT. WE FINALLY MET EACH OTHER. To think a mere DM over tumblr from 2016 would get us to actually see each other and have real life adventures! I’ll never be able to thank you enough for being such a great friend - online and offline, for all these years. I’m so grateful for all the memories we made and to have your bastard, little shithead of a son back (and I mean this VERY lovingly). It’s easy to forget we met through roleplay given everything we’ve done and talked about - just know that I appreciate you immensely and I hope I can return the gracious hosting you’ve offered me in France one day! :D

@svnsworn: Liiiiiight - you know, I feel I don’t say this very often, but you are incredible. You have always been a consistent source of talent and positivity in the dash, with a jaw-dropping range and always so welcoming and friendly towards every new fandom or experience. I am so happy we have never lost sight of each other since we found each other on the FFVII fandom and I’m incredibly excited to dive head first into the PtN addiction with you. :D I love you lots, you’re in my inner circle of precious moots and I know you say we’re all rockstars but you know what? I play the reverse card on this and call myself your dedicated groupie! :3 I’ll always follow you and your children, no matter how different our fandoms are - you just shine all the way.

@exboost & @healthkits: I’m tagging both these blogs because I want you to read this, Lance - BECAUSE YOU ARE AWESOME. From the first day we really got to talking thanks to my Judgment ramblings, you have been nothing but this super welcoming and cheerful person and listen - I can talk so much and so fast and to have someone not being intimidated by my words-per-minute average is a blessing. I love reading about your takes and opinions and I’m forever screaming at the fact you have welcomed my girl (and Akiyama!) with such open arms into your children’s lives. Besides - I love how we just click, culturally wise. We definitely are close siblings (or cousins) and I love to see it, really!

@gbrnth: Linda! I’ll say that first of all, I’m happy you found your way back here and that we got to trade discords because it’s been so good to chat and watch our kids make bad decisions! It’s like a trainwreck - but of the good kind. I love FFXII immensely and to have been accepted by you & your son with Melissa being her infuriating little self was so good and is so fun! I love that we got to write again and I’m sincerely hoping our work/professional endeavors never fully remove the time to indulge in this hobby of ours. Have a lovely 2023!

@marie-dufresne: Frenchie, I wanted to include you here and give you a shout out because... Girl, you’re such an inspiration. I know we took ages to follow each other but gosh I love how excited you are about Marie, how incredibly talented you are with your hobbies and to know I just have you & Marie as some sort of sister figure to myself & Melissa where allowing our daughters questionable taste in men is concerned (alas, irl you are VASTLY superior to me haha I wish I had your aptitude for so many artistic endeavors!). I have enjoyed reading about Marie and knowing more about her a ton, and I really hope to see more (as chaotic as things can be on your personal side of things with the new kid and everything). I hope you have a great 2023!

@famuran: Cadewyn, my beloved - please know that I’m eternally grateful for all the support you have offered me offline this year. I think very few people have been so outspoken and firmly congratulated me for leaving my country behind and embracing a life-changing move (literally!). You have cheered me up and encouraged me when I faltered and this is so precious to me. And of course - your son will never not be my favorite sky pirate. I’m always happy to see you gracing the dash with your talent and I hope you continue to do so in 2023! :3

@shinrasfirst: You know, Min - maybe I wouldn’t have met the deadline for the applications of my masters if it hadn’t been for you. XD For this - and all the lovely capybara shitposting and mutual support offered in this year, I THANK YOU. You are always a bright, kind and funny presence in my life and I hope it never changes. I’m also determined! To make it! To Viennna! WE ARE SO CLOSE (I mean not right now, but back in February we’ll shift to the same time zone again), I can’t let this chance escape. ;--; No matter where you go fandom wise, I’m sure you’ll rock it. You are epic. YOU ARE INCREDIBLE.

@ivory-paragon: After all these years and you did it. I might have lost your stuff for six months but you did it, you MADE ME SHIP THIS, JAMES. And with a very suitable creepy plot to explain everything and to use as the backdrop to my one-sided novels. ALL JOKES ASIDE - thank you for the good memories and joint plotting this year! :D You’ll never be free of me surging uninvited in your DMs, sir. As a fellow lawyer person, I know things are crazy and busy and I appreciate all the good vibes and positive thoughts you’ve sent my way with my move and everything - I’m hoping you’ll always have success (here and off tumblr, of course!).

@holyguardian & @rebelichor: Muddy, I just wanted to give your girls a shout out (as well as yourself!) because it’s always so good to read you having fun. I know we don’t always interact (but I’m getting there - I AM MAKING A DECENT VERSE OUTLINE FOR ARI) but I just love to see how much passion you have for these two, the range you can get while keeping them so true to their natures and just your overall happy self around. Real life can be hard, but you’ve always bounced back and I just feel that a dash with Muddy is a better dash. It feels like home to have you writing and creating next door, my follow Southern hemisphere friend. May 2023 treat you better! <3

Sixthxchairman is now Dojimakaichou.

I’ve had this URL saved for a long time now ; I figured that Daigo’s birthday ( Jan. 3 ) was a great day to make the switch. Also, I want to give a huge shout - out to @beargraphs​ ! I commissioned Han to make a new theme and graphics for me in honor of my URL change, and I couldn’t be more pleased with the results. I would highly recommend them to anyone looking for new imagery for their blog. It was a positively lovely experience to work with them ! 

14 either an author or fellow mun!

♡ Munday Meme ♡

ooc; Well as author I love Stephen King. He’s my favorite of all the time. As inspiration here I look after all my partners. All of them are really extraordinary writers who put love in what them do. But if I have to mention some names after my long list I’ll say @corvusdei , @sepheroth , @clarafell , @alexandriteobscura , @digitalmadness , @sixthxchairman , @myrakie , @talentbloomed @storiesung , @ervaurem @fangsofdestruction @indulgentia. All of them have such an awesome way of writing. Sometimes I wonder how they can cope with my broken English. I have more but these one are the ones I remembered now.

@sixthxchairman . from here

From the moment the loan shark began to softly drain his lover, he sensed everything twice: there was no mistaking the tension filling his body, his rigidness before the first contact of lips over skin, the way the older one seemed to wish to scream as he was returned to that position of unique vulnerability. The emotions that followed it all enveloped both of them at a mental level - it was impossible to fully separate their souls; Daigo’s torment was also Akiyama’s own now.

And perhaps that had been the final argument that led the younger one to that experiment - just as they had tested how the older vampire’s tattoo reacted to his presence with success (and thus had been able to remove a source of concern and restlessness from their bond), the moneylender wished to work through something else that was undoubtedly more painful: an occasion that for many of their brethren was a celebratory one, and yet for Daigo was nothing short of the worst nightmare of his life.

The reason for Akiyama to engage with everything wasn’t a selfish one - the echoes of the daytime terrors weren’t as severe on him, and the images he sometimes had were confused and distorted, almost as it was a drug-induced hallucination. Had it been any sort of physical threat, chances were he wouldn’t have bothered - Daigo was virtually untouchable; no one sharing their species could ever harm him again. But mentally - and emotionally - he had no such protection and his lover refused to abandon him in that regard.

This new existence - their connection and everything they had achieved together, for Kamurocho (regardless of whether they had helped fellow vampires or humans)... Akiyama had a renewed sense of purpose, all the time in eternity to see countless dreams coming to fruition, but it would all be meaningless if Daigo remained haunted and burdened when he deserved none of it. The loan shark wanted to erase it all - to scrub him clean of the panic, to soothe his desperation, to replace the marks that still scarred his soul with new ones that were made of love alone.

His focus was entirely on Daigo - he fed from him with utmost care, his fangs now having long retreated after creating the necessary punctures and just gently lapping at the blood offered. It wasn’t the same feeling of preying on humans - it couldn’t serve as a meal, but it was so fulfilling for his spirit. It was a uniquely intimate relation, and the venom had more subdued effects than on a living being (Akiyama himself would know, after all) - and from the moment that the ex-yakuza seemed to calm down and rested against the couch, the younger one added a caress to the head he held so gingerly in one of his hands.

It was working - and it made Akiyama bolder, seeking to create a new twin set of marks by biting Daigo again, the digits of the other hand running over the ex-chairman’s arm and taking his fingers to one of Akiyama’s hips, encouraging his mate to just give in. He was safe - Katsura was no more; all that the moneylender wanted was to give his lover new memories, a sense of safety, immensurable affection as he too started to feel the effects of their shared act of love.

Given how the former lifeline of Kamurocho felt warm even after turning, it was more difficult to realize that he was indeed affected by the biting - but the arousal that connected both vampires through their bond was reflected in their bodies, and Akiyama’s hotter frame pressed against Daigo’s with a bit more of urgency, even if his fangs and mouth never turned ruthless or violent - his feeding was a ritual of adoration and worship, and he wished only for his mate to feel cared for. He wasn’t trapping the older one in place - he was shielding the other from anything from the outside world.

“I could do this every night...” he murmured against the other’s skin, sensing that he would need to mark him for a third time soon if he wished to continue; the healing abilities of a vampire kicked in rather efficiently (although the venom slowed somewhat the process) and it was really more an intimate and sensual exchange than anything else. But perhaps it would no longer be necessary - the older vampire felt at peace; their bond devoid of anything but pleasant echoes and desires, “I cannot leave you with a permanent mark, but I can give you as many temporary ones you wish.”

He punctuated his offer with a press of lips over the bite area - and allowed his spine to grow straight again, coming to look at his mate. Given the effects of the bite, Akiyama’s eyes were brighter than usual - the red coloration of his orbs felt more like a new fire than dying embers, and the flushed skin could have been described as feverish by a human doctor. He cupped the face of the ex-yakuza gently, then went in for a kiss - only it lacked the softness of the gesture that preceded the bite. It was a passionate, dedicated one - a true symbol of the depth of his feelings for the co-ruler of the coven.

A promise - Akiyama would erase all traces of Katsura, even if it was the last thing he did as part of his new existence.

“I owe both of my lives to you, Daigo. I wish I had the words to describe how grateful I am for that,” he whispered against the other vampire’s lips a verbal confession, but their link helped convey it all; at any rate - out of the two of them, Akiyama had always been the talkative one, “I’d offer my own heart to anyone else before they try to break yours again.”

@sixthxchairman sent: ❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜ ► from this meme.

“If that were true,” Ryu posits, yukata undone, “you’d be looking that way.”

By “that”, he means the view past the open sliding doors from their room to the private hot spring outside. He even points to it without hesitation. Out there, the stars twinkle brightly, and in a place more nature than city, the light of the moon brings out the line of treetops and the slope of the mountains around. There’s nothing like hot springs at the side of a mountain-- he’ll have to admit, creating inns by natural springs was a stroke of human innovation-- and while Ryu doesn’t go to them often, he tends to enjoy the experience.

He enjoys it even more with Daigo here, truthfully. Being around him, he’s found, balms a lot of the aches in his otherwise tiring life. But perhaps there’s something significant about his business dealings in Kyoto coinciding with Ryu’s working at an end of summer festival (he’s at the emergency medical station for the next handful of days to give aid); neither of them had planned to be here at the same time, yet here they are all the same.

Shrugging his yukata off, Ryu is left in boxer briefs (far more convenient than fundoshi these days) and a sheer hanjuban. The white cotton is thick enough to protect his yukata from sweat damage, but not to conceal what’s underneath it; eternally sun-kissed skin, brutal slashes of scars and all, can be seen without even having to squint.

He finally understands Daigo’s intentions only as he’s folding his yukata, his head tilting up some and a soft “ah” on his tongue. As his palms smooth the fabric out for storing, he asks, “Was I ‘the view’, Daigo?”

Humans and their euphemisms. Daigo’s lucky he finds him so charming.

@sixthxchairman:

There was a knock at the Agency's open door. Soft but pointed as Daigo's knuckles connected with the frame. The Chairman stood outlined in the entrance, an imposing figure in his long coat and suit. His pin caught the light as he stepped forward.

         "I seem to have found myself in need of a good defense lawyer," Daigo intoned, a brow arched. "However, Genda-sama insisted you were just a detective now when I called to enlist you, Yagami-san." There came a creeping, somewhat hollow smile to the yakuza's face. It never quite matched his narrowed eyes, though, which held all of  the questions he didn't dare ask  ―  and a surprising amount of concern. "Should I assume you won't be fulfilling the promise you made me when you were a student, then?"

While Takayuki hoped whoever was knocking would be a client, he hadn’t thought it’d be a client for who he was before Emi Terasawa’s murder. The smile that he’d worn, ready to greet the first person who came to him without Masuda or Genda’s recommendations, faltered the moment Dojima had stepped past him into the office. Though Takayuki stopped feeling he ought to be especially respectful around him years ago, the way Dojima enters tells him he might not like what he hears.

That said, the face Takayuki wears when he meets the other man’s eyes fortunately stays devoid of trepidation. Dojima’s own smile reeks of formality-- the sort of thing Takayuki’s learned to look for since he started practising law-- but he’s not about to call him out on it. Frankly, what concerns him more is the way Dojima assesses him; if Takayuki had to talk about anything, he’s not sure he’d survive.

Still, he offers the man a seat on the sofa, then takes his own seat on the chair across from him (thank God he’d done the deep clean on the damn thing two days ago).

“You know what they say about making assumptions, Dojima-san. I’m still licensed to practise.”

With his posture straight against the back of the chair, Takayuki’s legs spread in an attempt to get comfortable as his palms rest on his thighs.

“I’m not the kind of man to go back on my word,” he says, “but I’ll have to press for more details before giving you an answer, if that’s all right.”

What Takayuki really wants to ask is why Dojima sought him, of all people. He’d been under the impression Daigo Dojima was a smart man, and there’s enough proof for the world to see that Takayuki’s no good at all.

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“Eh? Daigo-sama?” Kaito gasped, eyebrows having shot up into his forehead the moment he processed the form before himself. While he hadn’t been Yakuza for quite some time, even before the disbanding, it wasn’t often he had come into contact with members from the larger clans, let alone a chairman himself. “I-Sorry, I wasn’t expecting anyone. Anything I can help ya with?”

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The following quotes and phrases are taken from the stories in Thomas Ligotti’s anthology Grimscribe. Some of these quotes were slightly tweaked for the sake of this meme. If you enjoy the imagery or writing in this meme, please support the author by purchasing his work. Content warnings for horror in general and brief mentions of blood, gore, nihilism, surgery, disease, unreality, body horror, clowns, and insects.

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Muse: Shiona! Tagged by: Me, myself, and I Tagging: @taaboh @kansaisdragon @digitalmadness (for Xiuying or Zhao :3c) @sixthxchairman @nibanmenooji @sugiurasan and anyone else who wants to do this!

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The Last Feast of Harlequin

A place behind the clownish mask / an enthusiastic urgency / sunny fields and farms / steeply roofed houses / a weird distortion of perspective / an album of old snapshots / a pointed hat jauntily askew / a billboard displaying a group of grinning vegetables / a neutral, bureaucratic voice / blue-green ink / a brilliant and profound circus of learning / a quotation from Poe’s “The Conqueror Worm” / a feeling of frigid numbness / dull, earth-colored scenery / the snowfalls of late autumn / black, ragged clumps of abandoned nests / the thin light of a winter afternoon / poles raveled with evergreen / holly wreaths / green lights / green streamers / peacock green floodlights / an eerie emerald haze / chthonic divinities / miniature candy canes / colored lights that bloom out of flower-shaped sockets / a chilling brilliance of manner and expression / sea-green lights / the face of an adept clown / a heart bathed in green / another coldness within the cold / warmly wrapped bodies and green-scarved necks / worried and guilt ridden glances / a wormy mass / the black void of winter / the brightness of an artificial spring / a great green rainbow / green gleaming streets / the dark immensity of a winter night / an effect of stricken horror and despair / an inhuman likeness more proper to something under the earth than above it / a festival within a festival / depressingly pallid clowns / the particular kind of hatred of resulting from some powerful and irrational memory / optimistic greenery in a period of gray dormancy / a kind of obnoxious intelligence / freezing atop an icy throne / commitment to a meaningful mania / bodiless invisibility / seeing without being seen / a sea of zigging and zagging celebrants / the darkness of narrow country roads / innocent normalcy / icy wind / trembling with cold / lanterns that beam with dazzling and frosty light / cadaverous clowns / the apex of darkness / a long snowy robe / moody malignancy / pure unlived lives / all the many shapes of death and dissolution / a dirge for existence / a sea of thin, bloodless faces / icy beauty / a moment of frozen trance / the death known to those whom the gods have first made mad / the welcoming glow of green / slow and silent and entrancing / a velvety white abyss / the paradise of the unborn

The Spectacles in the Drawer

A double-handled dagger with a single blade of polished stone / tall cabinets / ceiling-high shelves / tantalizing arcana / glistening fog / a tedious clarity / a cyclone of strange patterns and colors / spasms of sardonic hilarity / a pale-blue blade / stiff, crackling pages / a seeker of recondite knowledge / undying hope / a gutful of shame and regret / a small and silvery knife / a razor-sharp letter opener / a pair of old-fashioned wire-rimmed spectacles / everything that fascinates / the wish to look away / an infinite and overwhelming scene / the dazzling diffusion of all known universes / landscapes without end / landscapes that are themselves alive / a life unknown to mortal eyes / form and motion / design and dimension / cilia wriggling / mammoth shapes lurching in outline / an obscure oceanic niche / a mere fragment of all that there is to see and to know / labyrinthine astronomies / constant transformations of both appearance and essence / a witness to the most cryptic phenomena that exist or could ever exist / the ultimate thing waiting to be born / still greater visions / a cataclysm which will be both the beginning and the end / unbearable anticipation / ecstasy and dread / the ultimate source of all manifestation / the absolute and the wholly unknown / a revolution of all matter and energy / the visions remaining active inside you, deep in your blood / to be dazzled in the worst way / the total substance of things / an occultist auction / a disreputable quarter of a foreign city / a student of the Gnostics / artificial eyes / a malicious aim to undermine / a child’s awkward embrace / rusty scales / cockeyed bookcases / broken toys / standing ashtrays / desolate bazaars / the charm of disenchantment / a tilting mirror / a climate of dull horror / sinister whispers that make no sense yet seem filled with meaning / sensations of infinite expansiveness and ineffable meaning / astronomical emotions / a mutilated carcass / something of terrible rawness / a torn and flayed thing / microscopic precision / twitching and quivering like a gory heart / hellish giggling / a haunting, lifelong memory / unfathomable depths of feeling / to suffer over and over / a way to kill a dream / the sheltering shadows of one’s home / sobering shadows / a cold and stagnant peace / esoteric ecstasy / vulgar pain / a broad expanse of empty field / a mosaic of mirrors / a shocking galaxy / redundant reflections / dark stars on a silvery firmament / to see with countless eyes / a body ripped raw / a gallery of glass and gore

Flowers of the Abyss

The first rank scent of autumn / a glass of water / a thirsty walker of the woods / a pale flower amongst the dark summer trees / a ghostly flower of autumn / grayish planks / a pallid lily / a pulpy toadstool / a roof of rippling shingles shaped like scales from some great fish / sea-green and sparkling / attic gables with paned windows / the tip of a tear / hundreds of raindrops / light rain / an icy autumn storm / a fragrance damp and decayed / walking ahead of the clouds / the echo of hollow words / a long crooked arm / malodorous gardens of misshapen growths / an oval mirror in an ornate frame / cobwebbed corners / tilting books / something shapeless and nameless / something dampish and submerged / something swampy and abysmal / the pure cold of an autumn storm / a dusty green bottle / a sparkling glass / a world of frozen light / cool and limpid water / the hardness of a jewel / a small music box / stars of sound / twilight shadows and silence / infinitesimal flakes of light / barren decor of dead days / yellowish haze / silvery tones / a tenebrous expanse / unknown exploits / the madness of things / a vagabond of the universe / a drifter among spaces / a mess of hacked pieces / dark horizon meeting dark horizon / a universe of darkness / a convulsing tangle of shapes / the radiant entrails of hell / rain-softened soil / parted waters rushing to remerge / corrupt waters / sticky and pumping veins / slimy tendrils / aberrations of the abyss / a night-gowned figure / a crowd carrying lights / lamps and lanterns bobbing in darkness / clusters of flames / buried like a forgotten dream

Nethescurial

Delicate, crinkly script / greenish-black discoloration / dark waters / moonlit skies / earth mounds / mountain peaks / northern leaf and southern flower / each star and the voids between them / blood and bone / watchful winds / murky waters below / contorted rock formations / pointed pines and spruces of gigantic stature / sea-facing cliffs / stagnant fog / an omnipresent evil / a sleeping sense of doom awakened into full vigour / evil, beloved and menacing evil / sunshine and flowers / darkness and dead leaves / some shaping force of demonic temperament / wartlike hills / tumorous trees / oil lamps scattered about / a sacral glow / a degree of mutual ease / the verdigris of centuries / decomposing jade / pandemonism / cold gray waters / a mere mask for the foulest evil / an absolute evil whose reality is mitigated only by our blindness to it / the universe as a dream / the feverish nightmare of a demonic demiurge / an abstract monster of metaphysics / an altar of coarse stone / skinny shadows / to be actually bound in blackness / white-faced shadows / luminous smoke / glowing, ectoplasmic haze / something thick and oily and strangely colored / an ancient anonymity / spirits beyond all hope or consolation except in the evil to which they would abandon themselves / a ceremony of the chosen / an ancient, darkened mould / petrified lichen / wrought iron tracery / great overgrown gardens of writhing coral / a chaos of little carvings / a world of demonic faces and forms / oneiric visions / inkish waters / an infinitely extensive body of evil / the gods of the ordinary world / dream-induced illusions / visionary intrusions / a banquet of fear / what is squirming beneath every surface / penetrating the usual armor of objects / dark and greenish / garbled whisperings / an island of grass and trees in the middle of the city / globes of light balanced on slim metal poles / a glowing orb / set in the great blackness above  / trees swishing overhead / muddied green / walking some indefinite time along some indefinite route / strings of colored lights / a tall, illuminated booth / clownish creatures / expressionless faces and dead puppet eyes / slow, monotonous phrases mingling like the sequences of a fugue / the faces of the living and the dead / wind-blown trees / the greenish darkness of the night / mold-colored smoke / a squirming, creeping, smearing shape / a great deformed crab / the black oceans of infinity / the island of the moon / the cancerous totality of all creatures / oozing ichor / dying in a nightmare

The Dreaming in Nortown

A solitary perdition / a mind to remember the stages of their downfall / a mirror to multiply their abject glory / a memoir of dreams / peculiar powers of sympathy / a decaying and spacious apartment / an ill-mapped world of dreams / a slightly infernal aroma / an acrid combination of tobacco and autumn nights / a small red glow / a long threadbare overcoat / many pungent Octobers / the remote heights or depths of an artificial paradise / the stumbling words of a returning explorer / a stuporous and awed voice / midnight assemblies / in the grip of strange mystical ecstasies / long red hair / esoteric development / a general tenor of chaos / a quality which may or may not make for good company but which always offers promise of the extraordinary / a contrived noisiness / a strange catalogue of sounds / low moans emanating from the most shadowy chasms of dream / sudden intakes of breath / the suction of a startled gasp / abrupt snarls and snorts of a bestial timbre / expressions of unknown turmoil / the calm darkness of the night / staccato groans / the entire audible spectrum of nightmare-inspired terror / mingling overtones of awe and ecstasy / a willing submission to some unknown ordeal / the deeper registers of somnolence / the smell of a freshly lit cigar / the dun colors of dawn / a flood of eidetic horrors / fleeting scenes of nightmare / a reverberating slam / a note scrawled upon a slip of paper / a disproportionate anxiety / the imagined threat of a reprimand / the frayed end of a disciplinary whip / colors twisting in blackness / a tentacled abyss / bone-colored stars / a dream-distorted voice / a spiral notebook with a cover of mock marble / mystical masochism / feats of occult daredevilry / glimpsing the inferno with eyes of ice / a doomed determinism / the striving for horrific dominion over horror itself / wobbling glitter / a field of venomous colors / the glistening inner skin of deadliest nightshade / the entrancing fragrance of fear / the city’s lurid glamor / cryptic badges whose significance is known only to the initiated / comic colors from an electric spectrum / a chilly autumn evening / engraved brass / dingy neon / a black autumn sky / scattering sparks across the sidewalk / flea-market antiquities / calling feline-voiced / colorful chaos / neon signs streaming across the night / clothed in flashing colors / a many-hued phantasmagoria / a flickering and disorderly rainbow of dreams / a multitude of indecisive thoughts and impulses / a brick and neon landscape / a frigid and fragrant October night / darkness and a voice / a coarse scream / a pulsing opalescent aura / a delirious blend of images derived from nightmare / an ominous sunrise over a dark horizon / a field of fear / a painfully lush iridescence / a burnt-out patch of earth / newspapers mutilated by time / two fresh cigars / a thin book-like box / a scene from some Boschian hell / a hideous series of transfigurations / the screaming mass of a damned soul / an abyss of nightmares / explorations in a hell of one’s own choosing

The Mystics of Muelenburg

Trees made of poster board / houses built of colored foam / mud and dust and ashes / a nightmare of nonsense / fantasy, that misty domain of pure meaning / dim and empty storage space / an ancient armchair / reposing far beneath crumbling rafters / surveying remote worlds / a burst of fireworks / buzzing like flies in the blackness / glow worms flitting in the blinding sun / to keep the sun in the sky / to keep the dead in the earth / a universal vice / a parasite of chaos / a maggot of vice / the prospect of absolute terror / men in the mouths of demons / withholding heaven’s light / the pointed shadows of peaked roofs and jutting gables / faded artifacts of a dead town / high castle turrets / grayness undisturbed / ashen twilight / the yellow light of lamps / sumptuous chambers / humble rooms / the lost luxury of shadows / an infinite vault of glowing dust / a deception by demons / old deities formerly driven from the earth / shadows streaming horribly / the twitching light of a thousand candles / prismatic jewels / a greyish whirlpool / indefinite twilight / the blackness which is the domain of death / necromantic learning / drunken dialogues / unparalleled credulity / fluidity, always fluidity / an ornamented void / the stars and moon / the legions of the dead

In the Shadow of Another World

Walking down streets at twilight / watered lawns / the edges of leaves / pale specters within a fog / the infinite sky itself / gently stirring trees / old silent houses / strange cities disguised as clouds / the depths of a vast, echoing abyss / a blurry little window with a crack in it / a tree-lined street / a pale sky at dusk / peaks and porches / worn wooden steps / dreams and vapor posing as solid matter / a fabulous overlap of properties / petrified flesh / gigantic bones from great beasts of old / chimneys and shingles / a shadow on the horizon / a thing of nightmarish beauty / impossible hopes / a kind of ceremonious desolation / translucent festivals / the faraway sounds of mad carnivals / an instinct for mystification / dubious spectacles / trumped-up histrionics / immaculate to the point of being suspect / a plush and well-tended mausoleum / where the dead are truly at rest / oppressive awareness of other times / secret conspiracies with departed spirits / the unnatural mood of twilight / sinister echoes / dark, polished floors / lofty, uncobwebbed ceilings / a malign presence in the cellar / an insane shadow in the attic / thaumaturgic curios / a hermetic chant of the heavens / no hint of hauntedness / an innocent ambiance / a spiritual wasteland / spiritually antiseptic surroundings / a twisting and tenuous stairway / shattered panes of glass / misshapen glyphs / the shadowy nuances of clouds / a twisted kaleidoscope of colors / the aura of a stained-glass cathedral / some obscure desecration / prismatic lenses / that of the dead or the demonic / an eclipse of this world’s vision / a quivering translucence / iridescent sterility / the aftermath of a strange exorcism / neither hallowed nor unholy / a pristine laboratory / a science of nightmares / a small, lamplit library / night’s darkness / a voice that’s accustomed to speaking of miracles / mystical freakshows / a grave sincerity / dissonant overtones of fear / the shadows of another world / forms of specter or demon / the eyes of the flesh / a luminous hell / psychic survival / hopelessly dreaming / terror recollected in tranquility / mazy trauma / the sensations of the soul / a monstrous mystery / a theoretician of nightmares / crude and cryptic designs / a remote and shadowy stage / an adept of pasteboard visions / mucilage and gauze / pulling the strings of light and shadow / shadows gathering / a strange radiance / phosphorescent panes / superlunary light / some cosmic tapestry / a haunted world / the marriage of insanity and metaphysics / a spectral ontogeny / a pageant of nightmares / sunlit bazaars in exotic cities / transparent masks / insectoid countenances / moonlit streets in antique towns / a strange-eyed slithering / dim galleries of empty museums / a ghostly mold / the sullen hues of old paintings / sticky luxuriance / pulpy warmth / an uncanny flux of sounds / cadaverous generations / sculptures of human coral / bodies heaped and unwhole / limbs projecting without order / eyes scattered and searching the darkness / a monument to Terror / a maze of interconnecting doors / spectral monstrosities / the cover of masks / the concealment of stones / feverish properties and intentions / a framed phantasmagoria / grotesque transfigurations / a systemless cosmogony / the caprice of the immaterial / weirdly lucent rooms / chaotic fantasies / narrow, spiraling stairs / the gazing eye of some god / a pyrotechnic craze of colors /  a vibrating echo of vocal utterance / swirling sights / a vacuum and a void / doubtful strategies / unknown and extravagant possibilities / occult theories / arcane analyses / the irreducible certainty of nightmare / great shadows in the stars / an infinite catastrophe / protective sigils / the full glare of starlight / stars and shadows / privileged arcana / the enchantments of hell / cold sunlight / the visionary time of twilight

The Cocoons

A gloved hand twitching / a rather unapologetic tone / egg-shaped pills / a half-glass of water / a soft grinding noise / a quietly urgent voice /  blotched vapors /  a growl of exasperation / unpeopled avenues / a mass of shadows / a landscape without pattern or substance / the moon shining / a doubtful glance / a devastated plain / an open field heaped with debris / bits of glass and scraps of metal / lunar spaciousness / a skeletal structure with all markings of identity scraped off its bones / a densely tangled nest of houses / the dull light of the moon / a yellowish swatch of illumination / high wooden fences / a ruined turret grazed by moonlight / a minor mania / a cobwebbed corner / a blank battered wall / warped floor moldings / a watery light / the quivering light of candles / an old-fashioned film projector / the whirring of a projector / a visual record of a scientific experiment / dark wiry appendages /  a pair of slender snapping pincers / tiny translucent wings / glistening but useless / malicious eyes / a dubious look / candles flickering like fire-flies / a cold swamp of shadows / a collection of bones / dazed silence / a clockwork world / sunrise schedules / lunar routines / a pandemonium of forces / a phantasmagoria of possibilities / the shadow of a laugh / a curious hedonism that can’t be controlled / the vagaries of omnipotence / breeder of indulgence / languorous exhaustion / a psychic matter / unheard of habits / a clown’s oversized grin / bliss on the brink of apotheosis / a universal process of transfiguration / restless skittering / a pitiful delight / giddy pride / demoniac undercurrents / the grotesque ultimatums of creation

The Night School

A high, full moon shining among the spreading clouds / shadows singing with the clouds / a slowly flowing mass of mottled shapes / a kind of unclean outpouring / the black sewers of space / the wall of night / smoke, dense and dirty, rising up to the sky / the spastic flames of a small fire / a slender gentleman / a dark suit / broken bones / the process of degeneration / the mulchy rot of autumn or early spring / yellowish light / dark scabby bricks / ruined factories / ravaged mausoleums / abandoned orphanages / a blossom of the cemetery or the cesspool / guttering candles / blurred remnants of past lessons / cloacal forces / time as a flow of sewage / drowning in the pools of night / a thousand molting autumns / the melting soil of spring / a pair of yellowish eyes / undiluted darkness / a darkness far greater than the night itself / consolidated darkness / the science of a spectral pathology / a philosophy of absolute disease / the metaphysics of things sinking into a common disintegration or rising together / dark rottenness /  filthy smoke from some smoldering source of expansive corruption / the scent of corruption / the nostalgic perfume of autumn decay / the feculent muskiness of a spring thaw / smoky blackness / the offal of worlds in decline / the dark compost of those about to be born / the primeval impurity in which all things are founded / native putridity / pieces of paper with strange symbols on them / the very face of a plague—pustulant, scabbed, and stinking terribly / a black fog / many voices crying and calling from total blackness / tightly packed earth in a grave / the disease of the night / bright flames / the noise of a fire and the wind / a full moon / shining bright and blurry / a luminous mold / the great sewers of night

The Glamour

A fine aura of fantasy / both blurred and brightened / a starless evening / diamonds of plate glass / old buildings of dark brick / the display window of a toy store / a chaotic tableau of preposterous excitation / mechanized monkeys / fated antics / tiny cymbals / the destined pirouettes of a music-box ballerina / a newly sprung jack-in-the-box / strangely picturesque / dreamily illuminated / sculptured frosting / a winter landscape of swirling, drifting whiteness / snowy rosettes / layers of icy glitter / a glacial kingdom / a brilliant arctic scene / a vitality of enterprise / a glossy light / the placidly enigmatic expressions of a different time / faded lighting / an old photograph / the kind of acute anticipation that a child might experience at a carnival / a possessing impulse without object / wretchedly aglow / a long, narrow corridor with a single light set far into its depths / a strange shade of purple, like that of a freshly exposed heart / a purple lamp / arterial light / a deep pink / a richly blooded brain / a beating heart / wispy shrouds / sparse hairs sticking to the scalp of an old corpse / purple-tinted glass / the darkness of a theater / a swarm of filaments / an elaborate chandelier / a sickly, liverish shade / an operating room where a torso lies open on the table / a palette of pinks and reds and purples / diseased viscera imitating all of the shades of sunset / headstones in a graveyard / endless filthy alleys / long desolate corridors in an old asylum / the dripping passages of a sewer / a dust-blinded window / a dark unvisited cellar / a mirror gone rheumy with age / facets of murky crystal / cobwebs / long pale threads / hazy purple light / the slow curling of thin smoke / a great rectangular web / the ever-mutating images of clouds / a surge of dark elation / a sudden chill announcing bad weather / a vibrant presence / an expression of avid malignance / inner webbings / swirling fibers / wild shocks of twisting hair / a portrait of atrocity / lust for sites and ceremonies of mayhem / writhing cobwebs / reaching tendrils / graveyards and alleyways / a joyous hysteria / a pale purple / sinister and seamy regions / spectral ambiance / all pervasive purple coloration / the labyrinth of a living anatomy / palest pink / a purple light / putrid chambers and cloisters / an infernal land / fleshy, gelatinous integuments / translucent tissue / the theater of a mad surgery / hair-thin sutures / unseen hands designing unnatural shapes and systems / weaving a nest in which possession would take place / the weaver and web-maker / an old puppet-master / setting a helpless creature with new strings / through eyes unknown / purple shadows / a type of degraded rapture / a seizure of debauched panic / webs of hair / great evil / an appeal for deliverance / eyes that would see what should not be seen / stray threads pulled from a sleeve or pocket / a paralytic silence / eyes gazing fierce and malignant / a purple glow / two shafts of the purest purple light / an old woman with glowing eyes

Father Sevich’s Visit

A manner at first vaguely troublesome and afterward rather attractive / the arrival of a priest / the very echoes of the air / mellow afternoon sunlight / dark wooden floors / pale contortions of ancient wall paper / invisible games / abstract dread and a bizarre sort of indebtedness / a thick maze of propositions / a well-made bed / a relentless failure / cloistral tunnels / vaulted penetralia / a single column-clutching hand / the necessary features of fear / a maddening task / a series of completely irrelevant expressions / misty-eyed wonder / cretinous bafflement / smiling in an almost amiable way at one one’s impending doom / the trap of expectation / a sleepy whisper / the sound of soft conversation / the world of good manners and polite talk / a look of incompleteness / some unfinished effigy in a toy maker’s workshop / something vital to expression / the purple-robed mysteries of priesthood / animated eyes / withered things reeking of medicine and prayer / a painfully delicate subject / varnished wood / salvation through suffering / sacred horrors / the divine destiny toward which the paths of anguish have always led / volumes of blessed agony / an attitude of prayerful pleading / torturing demons / a single squatted devil / bristling lashes that sprout like weeds / an explosion of miniature grotesquerie / a brief and calculated absence / a modest fund of moral energy / a macabre icon / profane lessons / a countenance of true terror / a ridiculously empty slate / an off-stage atrocity / a cycle of mute, incredible lore / anthropomorphic mist / an eerie lividity / unconscious hours of darkness / a chronicle of truly unspeakable things / the light of every constellation in the visible universe / the oppressive mysteries of the autumn season / thick orange crayons / black cats / black paper / a hopeless urge for innovation / a tiny white collar / dripping with fever / hat and cloak and walking stick / narrow, nocturnal streets / a fairy-tale vision / serpentine lanes / the distorted glow of street lamps / the thinnest blade of moon / a narrow niche / an unpaved lane / a small courtyard surrounded by high walls / the stars above / jaundiced lamplight / a stairway of cut stone / the earth and absolute blackness / tiny lights glimmering like stars / clouds of shadows / some golden metal / a caricature of serenity / a hand as white as the whitest glove / chaotic rays / underworld starlight / a certain expression of rarefied scorn or disgust / indignant shadows / black, ankle-high shoes / the natural nightlight of the moon / an infernal aura or an angelic halo / a planet revolving its unspeakable tonnage in the blackness of space / a small bottle of holy water / secret denial and privilege / a smile of deep contentment

Miss Plarr

Misty, drizzling days / sharp, urgent rappings at the front door / a world of darkening mist / mist-covered locks / listening with intense expectancy / the world’s chaos of faces / a seething luxuriance / dark battlements of clouds / a mute and sullen twilight / a stone-gray sky / those days all shackled in gloom / a fugue of noise / the livid radiance of moonlight / the wild shape of some night-blossom / some strange and cruel kingdom / an intimate dungeon cell reserved for the most exclusive captivity / constant, noisy marauding / sedentary or stealthy rituals / an abyss of unspoken reproaches and suspicions / some ancient seagoing vessel / an old oil lamp / a series of quite fascinating lectures / a kind of brutality and an air of exile / deliriums of earth and sky / fog-bound islands in polar seas / shadowed realms littered with dead cities / peaks lacerated by unceasing winds / a bluish slime / the proper way to behave / the great mists of spring / murky sheets of ice / a world of shadows bound in place / the sound of something that stings the air / the hissing of rainy afternoons / immense blades sweeping over vast spaces / expansive wings cutting through cold winds / long whips lashing in darkness / intangible sympathies / a dark mesh of nightmares / a foul nest in which one’s own suspicions are swarming / links to a strictly mundane order / a briskness that seems to be an effort / a heavy spring dampness / lost to the world of wholesome practicalities / a hypnotic and fateful determination / a child’s weakness for prospects of misadventure / a fog-smothered landscape / a pale, floating web / an immense and awful kingdom / a patternless conglomerate of crystals / a misty graveyard / angular and many-faced monuments / the mountainous and murky thunderheads of a rainy season / the very essence of a storm / a matter of suspicion and conjecture / atrocious potential / fogs and mists and gray heaping skies / a conspicuous stridency / a dour mystique / a gray mist / skies of hissing rain

The Shadow At the Bottom of the World

Some feverish intent / sheaves of cornstalks standing brownish and brittle in a newly harvested field / a sky of empty light / fiery leafage / something dark, something abysmal / small shadowy voices / sweet wine turning to vinegar / a hysteric brilliance / displays of thorn apple, sumac, and towering sunflowers / crooked roadside fences / a moonlit field / a bright round moon / nocturnal solitude / patched-up overalls / worn flannel / the withered leaves of cornstalks / moonlight spread across a dead field / a great idol in shabby disguise / a sacred avatar out of season / fidgeting bemusement / a leaden vault of clouds / pure sunlight / misty dreams of the past night / a vine-twisted stone wall / dormant vines / a strange network of dead veins / calculated grayness / radiant leaves / legions of local cicadas / a dark fungus / of the blackest earth / a rich loam / a bog of shadows / an abyss in the outline of a man / the feel of wind and water / a few shifting flames / flames of only the slightest warmth / black flames / the molten texture of spoiled fruit / a shriveled scarecrow / an armory of axes, shovels, and other implements / an eccentricity of the harvest / a viscous mire / innumerable insects laughing / sprouting blackness / a perverse reluctance / the great shadow of a moonless night / the dark rustling depths of the season / the glass globes of streetlamps / the dense leaves of elms and oaks and maples / blazing auras / the frigid aurora of dawn / frost-powdered earth / shadows and corn shocks / countless insects chattering unseen / the feverish life of the earth / the wrinkled grimace of decay / corrupted by vile impulses / a mound of soft dirt / the darkish grooves of ancient bark / the mottled complexion of old flesh / a multitude of crooked smiles / a freakish mask painted with russet, rashy colors / a virulent intensity / an autumn night when fields lay ragged in moonlight / moist and fertile shadows / a hollow-eyed howling malignity / the cold emptiness of space / the pale gaze of the moon / the depths of an extraordinary harvest / insecure hints and delvings / the luxuriant shadow of trees / the mocking plumage of a strange season / an array of whims and suspicions / scraps of lush color / gold and crimson hieroglyphs / deathless leaves / an ill-formed village / a hideous impersonation of a face / leprous masks / knotty shadows / a subterranean craze of roots and tendrils / an underworld riot of branching convolutions / gnarled ornamentations / autumnal decay / knives and axes and curving scythes / countless colored leaves / pronouncements of dire or delightful curiosity / a dull trance / a wild luminousness / a diamond-bright fever burning within / perennial strangeness / tenacious foliage / softly glowing against a black sky / an untimely nocturnal rainbow / a harvest of hues / peach gold / pumpkin orange / honey yellow / winy amber / apple red / plum violet / the pyrotechnics of a new autumn / a thousand glittering dreams / a rigid scarecrow / a patchwork of shadows / a quivering glow / a premature craving / an expertly whetted blade / a betrayal or deception on the part of creation itself / something buried deep within appearances / something that wears a mask to hide itself / holding a spatula like a weapon / moldering shadows / a dreamless sleep / a sudden rage of mortification / the remains of a dismantled scarecrow / an ashen autumn morning / the feeling of blood / a bottomless grave

10. Have their crushes been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split? & 12. Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?

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10. Have their crushes been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split?

While any crushes he's had in his lifetime have been few and far between, limited mostly to his very early life, and never amounted to much, they have, for the most part, been relatively split evenly between men and women. Although he has a lean towards women, he is attracted to men both romantically and sexually —— however, when it comes to men specifically, while he has felt attraction towards a few, it’s nothing he’s ever registered in his mind as attraction. 

He’s accustomed to being surrounded by men more than he is woman ( something he explicitly mentions, again, in his Dead Souls hostess interactions ), and given the nature of his role as a yakuza it’s never so much as crossed his mind that a romantic relationship was anything that could be pursued with another man. Any feelings that could be attributed to a “crush” he’d mark off as something else entirely, be it his competitiveness, domineering nature or just plain old wanting some level of platonic companionship. 

12. Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?

He can be. As I’ve mentioned before, this manifests more as a result of choosing the right words than with actions, but he will get flustered with fairly simple things ( take, for instance, the time he gets called ‘cute’ in his hostess interactions and immediately pushes back against it ). That being said, it’s fairly obvious when he’s embarrassed too; normally with the consequent blushing, avoidance of eye contact and immediate pushback, and by all means, he will argue he’s not by any means flustered when he very much is if attention’s brought to it.