metafictions | jigokucho

[where Kamui roams, if he lets instinct and thought guide him, maybe he ends up passing by an establishment with its doors left open for now. the sign proclaims it to be a funeral parlor, though it's tucked away. in the doorway is a man who at least looks human, in a close fitting leather jacket - with him, a familiar face from how much Kamui can see, though the way the person moves is stranger than normal. too fluid, a little off - like someone wearing a costume but living in it regardless.

they crook a taloned finger, have the man bend slightly so they can whisper in his ear, and wave goodbye with a smile. sometimes, life and death have to work together, and they start to walk away, either not noticing Kamui...or simply not caring. it's been a while since they could breathe. they couldn't get tangled up in thinking about being watched.]

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have you tried selling any of the haniwa?? just wondering!
hello by the way

[ attached: a badly angled midnight selfie from the notorious 7/11 depicting the bastard woman (black eye, a cut on her brow taped neatly shut) in the foreground, with long-suffering pillar of the community kim kitsuragi (diligent steward of the first aid kit, perhaps not entirely sure why he's being photographed) in the background ]

does this look like a man who would spank you

hey buddy
how's it going?
im doing terrible so don't ask me back

[new phone who dis]

Another force calls you away
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You wake at the gates of hell, are conscripted, and cease observing
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You sign your contract sight unseen: "From now on, you kill for the oni"
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You have ramen with a stranger
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He gets you a job at a convenience store
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You meet a man on a bridge
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He shows you how to throw a punch
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In the darkness underground, you meet a woman
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She tastes like cigarettes
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You meet other observers
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You meet many new friends, of many worlds
The war in this land is meaningless to you
But your powers are slowly returning, and soon, you know, you must part ways
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At last, you meet an old friend once more
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The edges of this world finally spark and catch flame
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Hell burns
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The city dances in its ashes
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No longer are you Lost Souls
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Finally, you open your eyes
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Return to Santa Destroy

late march, night.

mid to late may idk you pick

text | un: andy

text | un: tequila sunset

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#101: Another force calls you away