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jigokulogs2022-03-29 09:28 pm
osake) wrote in jigokulogs2022-03-29 09:28 pm
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(open) 気まぐれにハマらせたいだけ？
Who ⬤ shuten-douji & you
What ⬤ catch-all; closed and open prompts
When ⬤ march—april
Where ⬤ various
Content Warnings ⬤ sexy prompts, drug use, blood and shuten*, always drunk, flirting and talking about eating people.
What ⬤ catch-all; closed and open prompts
When ⬤ march—april
Where ⬤ various
Content Warnings ⬤ sexy prompts, drug use, blood and shuten*, always drunk, flirting and talking about eating people.
- ( wildcard always in effect. feel free to alter any of the prompts in any way you need, or just drop me any new thing. we can discuss on discord or pm and i can whip up a starter for you, too. ♡ )
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if what toraguma did to ibaraki was anything resembling tough love — channeling the frustration of a thousand years shouldering the tarnished legacy of his superiors — then shuten is merciless. if ibaraki needs to puke, she'll help her, but not without her own brand of callousness to accompany it.
on some level, she can understand toraguma's chagrin: ibaraki is a pathetic display right now. being devoid of sense and blinded by rage is all well and good when an oni has enough strength to raze cities, but when an oni doesn't ...
... well, that's how one gets beheaded, isn't it? lucky toraguma was a fellow oni, a sentimental one at that, and not some righteous mystic slayer.
shuten isn't gentle. she snatches ibaraki by her loosened kimono sleeve and hoists her up, yanking her so she settles on all fours, facing the tatami. ]
Ibaraki.
[ —is all she says to encourage some awareness back in her. even the favor she does of bundling that golden hair in her hand is done roughly, edge of her claws grazing her neck. ]
Let it out. You're lucky he didn't kill you, you know.
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Ibaraki's breathing continues deep and slow. She wasn't in an office anymore.
Shuten is here.]
'e can't...
[Came the slow, slightly slurred reply as her head worked to clear itself. At least she wouldn't be doing much in the way of boisterous talking for a bit? Again, none of this would stop any future attempt made by her.]
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fourth sigh, the heaviest of all, as she shrugs. ]
Only because he's sentimental. But just look at you, Ibaraki. You're looking awfully pathetic.
[ hope ibaraki wasn't looking for words of comfort from her dear partner ...... at least she's in some parts still talking at her to rouse her consciousness, to keep her here. ]
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...'m sorry Shut'n for causin'... you- causin' you problems.
[She frowned, breath and breath out. Breath in and out... deep... deep... focus and breath deeply. It hurt, each breath hurt, but it was pain she'd been accustomed to. It was pain she didn't want to feel again, but has. Ibaraki shudders, thoughts swimming still.]
He can't though, 'cause I gotta punish him still. [A shudder and another short, dry heave. Her head swam and reason came and went, but it was coming.]
...Somethin's off with Tora.
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... "Something"? What do you mean by that?
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[Frowns and squints at her nails.] Even tried attackin' inside...- inside of- him. Nothing.
[The room spun a little and her squinting turned into blinks. Right, she was still in the lair.]
...'e didn't have any man parts... nothing-nothing down there. Hm... somethin's wrong with Tora.
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[ ....... did she miss something here?
that — snaps shuten out of her bad mood in one fell moment, if only for the sheer absurdity of hearing it. ]
Did you hit your head that hard, dear? You're not making any sense.
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Mm... he didn't 'ave a peen... or hanging things. [She scrunches up her face.] Body's 'ard as iron....
[She trails off to take in another, long breath of air- and sort of sways backwards a little.]
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[ does it?
she rises, then, leaving ibaraki to topple one way or another as she moves to open a window. ]
But it doesn't explain why you thought you could take him right now.
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...'Cause he made me angry.
[She huffed, catching herself as she leans back, before scootching a little against a wall to help keep her body upright.]
Not even a greeting.... mm, he needs to punished!
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[ the confusion of the moment is forgotten, tossed into the wind like the gust from their apartment stole it away, leaving shuten's tone — severe, cutting once again. ]
If Toraguma decided to splatter you across the pavement, you'd deserve it, you know.
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[She looks a little... hurt? It makes it worse that she knows Shuten isn't wrong. But Ibaraki still believed herself to be in the right. She's stubborn like that and believed full heartedly that the best way to kick Toraguma out of his funk, was by brute force.
That's what she's always been told and taught, after all.]
Shuten... tch, the only that needs to splattered is that blue fool!
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she is — she approaches ibaraki again.
ibaraki out of her indignation, toraguma out of his frustration, and shuten out of her annoyance, all brandish their fists and claws.
instead, she decides to bite elsewhere. ]
Why? The dead have no right to rule over the living, Ibaraki.
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ugh... her head hurts still.]
Umu- that doesn't stop the living from letting them rule.
[It was more of a grumble as her own consciousness faded out for a moment.]
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[ it's a wonder she's even arguing with her partner like this; they've been together for years — years of ibaraki's fire burning fearsome, stubborn, and near unstoppable without the convincing of violence to stop her. ]
We rule over his heart, even to this day. That's enough for now.
[ not a question, or an invitation for discussion, shuten's voice remains clipped. the final thing she'll say on this while ibaraki is recovering.
it's about time to use the sheer power that wins them all over — the shuten clan, the oni on mount ooe. ]
Sleep, Ibaraki.
[ where toraguma did most of the work, shuten lands the final hit: an elbow to the back of that bright gold head. ]