* 𝐃𝐄𝐒 ( 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑 ) .

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃.

[attristine]

🦊

[attristine]

 “ always  remember  how  they’re  supposed  to  fall                  like  a  head  severed  from  the  body.  don’t  they  look  like  camellia  buds,  now? ”

[ilikedetectives]

The Curse of Onibaba

[hi-technique]

Jingo-ji 神護寺 (2019) by Patrick Vierthaler

[ca-3]

“Tsubaki-san…”

(was going to be a longer comic but obviously that never happened lol) 

[errantscriptor]

         … a writer lives in the midst of absurdity and imperfection.

                                             ~Dazai Osamu, “Letter to Kawabata Yusanari”

                                     Bungo Stray Dogs Multimuse - Loved by Kui

art by cenva

[ofichinose]

'it’s a friendship present.'

too lazy to link. // @attristine

     Skepticism lines his brows, and Guren’s face steels at he looks to the vampire. There’s no telling what the hell he’s plotting. A camellia flower lies in Tsubaki’s hand, the color of crimson like the rain that he commands. Guren’s lips purse, but he accepts this ‘gift’ as a token of temporary calm. Although, some part of him senses this flower is a warning for what is coming --- or rather who is coming.

      ❛ Is that what we’re calling it? ❜ A rhetorical question that earns an exhausted tone. If this is a representation of their friendship, then this ‘friendship’ is flimsy at best.

       ❛ A shame this’ll wilt by the end of the week. ❜

[angelica-tenshi]

海棠春 by 蓝色珊瑚

[lutumperfecta]

[whatisthismommy]

Me hunting with my vampire friends: cracking open a boy with the cold ones

[attristine]

apologies  for  the  radio  silence  !  this  is  a  quick  notice  that  I’ve  been on  @saccharot  &  will  continue  to  be  for  a  little  longer  since  this  is  who  I  have  the  most  muse  for  lately.

[tordenvejr]

tragic that someone this sexy has to go through this much

[attristine]

🦊  𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

          She hadn’t meant to stare– she’d only been curious about the stranger in the forest is all. And, wary that they might be aggressive she’d held back to watch from a distance. Just for a little while. Until he spoke up, and she knew he was talking to her.

At first, upon being noticed, she shrunk back and hid herself behind a tree. It took her a few moments after that to steel her nerves again, and cautiously emerge from her hiding spot. 

          “I… ah… I-I’m.. sorry.” She managed to stammer, making sure to keep a good distance between herself and the stranger even after she’d shown herself. She didn’t know anything about him, after all, and it was best to be safe.

          “I didn’t mean to, uhm.. stare, like that.” She couldn’t quite admit she hadn’t meant to stare at all, though. “I was just– I-I was curious, I guess. Ah, anyways, what’re you doing out here? You’ve, uh, been standing there for a while.”

               tame  and  sheepish                 she  is  no  subclass  of  his,  but  he  sure  can  see  the  weaker  ones  in  her  gaze,  in  her  body  language  :  apprehensive  and  mistrustful,  though  the  latter  Tsubaki  can  comprehend  without  the  need  for  further  questions.  (  no  matter  how  convinced  of  his  own  strength,  faith  in  strangers  doesn’t  come  with  ease  anymore.  )

               the  skies  indeed  begin  to  cry  their  rouge  tears  above  his  head.  too  ominous  a  sight  to  those  unfamiliar,  nothing  more  than  the  manifestation  of  his  sin  –  literal,  literal  melancholy  –  to  him.  it  may  scare  her  away,  he  muses  silently  ;  it  may  prompt  more  inquiries  in  a  voice  so  feeble.

               ❝  is  that  so?  I  must  have  lost  track  of  time.  ❞

               eyes  that  match  the  tint  of  those  cryptic  raindrops  lift  themselves  to  invite  the  summer  sun  shower  onto  his  face                 a  gesture  so  serene,  as  compared  to  the  display  of  gentle  downpour  staining  the  leaves  red.  (  𝐈𝐓  𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒  𝐀  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇,  it  is  anything  but.  )  the  vampire  glances  her  way  again.  ❝  sometimes,  one  gets  tired  of  the  city.  is  this  where  you  live?  I  didn’t  mean  to  intrude.  ~  ❞

[incorrectservamp]

“My life has become a neverending game of ‘illegal or just frowned upon?’”

— Tsubaki, probably

[attristine]

🦊  𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐗𝐏𝐄.

                    turquoise hues meet with the being that traveled just a few meters behind him .      (   what intentions lie behind devilish smile  ,  he knew not .  )    nonetheless   ,   he is irked .    what did he want to gain from following him about ?    caution in his sharpened gaze  ,  he rests a hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword  .   the shift of the scabbard keeps the silence from turning ice cold as he stares at him without an immediate response .     –    those  red  eyes  were  ever  so  familiar .    practically demonic .    something he is far too accustomed to .  

                   “  …   it sounds like you already know the answer to that .  now , what do you want from me ?   ”

               a  reaction  so  typical,  so  expected,  and  still  that  gaze  –  the  echo  to  his  provocation  –  sends  him  on  the  proverbial  trip  down  memory  lane  :  back  to  an  era  when  men  were  concerned  with  matters  of  the  blade  much  more  than  today,  of  their  own  accord  or  otherwise                 merely  a  couple  hundred  years  ago.  𝐀  𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃’𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄,  almost  contrasting  with  the  fox’s  expression  ;  neither  stoic  nor  relaxed,  what  would  the  accomplished  ones  say  upon  witnessing  a  code  twisted  to  his  own  liking?  he  won’t  draw  his  katana,  even  if  the  thought  does  linger  for  longer  than  one  would  deem  necessary.  no  matter  ;  he’s  got  to  answer  first.

               ❝  no  hidden  intentions  on  my  end.  it’s  just  a  little  nostalgic,  to  tell  you  the  truth                 there  aren’t  many  of  us  left  nowadays.  but  if  you’d  like…  !  I  don’t  mind  proving  myself  to  you.  ~  ❞

[attristine]

@hariolor​  sent  : Oh, look it is her sinbling! Have to offer him a drink and a seat~

               he’s  convinced  this  is  how  real  si(n)blings  treat  one  another  :  with  consideration,  and  enthusiasm  upon  meeting  after  not  even  that  long  a  time.  what  better  way  to  greet  the  Lascivious  than  with  a  bouquet  of  crimson  blooms?  perhaps  not  her  favorite  –  he  cannot  tell  yet  –  but  the  commander  of  all  flowers  cannot  visit  without  bringing  in  𝐀  𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐎𝐖𝐍  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃.

               ❝  have  you  been  well?  ❞

[attristine]

🦊  𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆.

concern  weaves  twixt  sinews  ,  collating  akin  to  petals  unfurling  yet  she  refuses  to  prod.   for  cognizance  swells  in  his  reticence  ,  𝐚  𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐨𝐟  𝐚  𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫  𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞  𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬  𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫      (    &    though  a  reposte  rests  ‘pon  the  tip  of  her  tongue  ,  careening  tween  respect  &  irrationality  ,    the  virago  stills.  )  thoughts  held  in  stasis  as  tiers  curled  ,  meticulous  ease  wrought  from  years  of  practice  &  brows  furrow  momentarily  in  lieu  of  words  that  threatened  to  point  out  his  folly.    

a  hum  treads  ‘pon  pursed  tiers  ,  strands  spilling  akin  to  ink  as  she  shifts.  ❝    oh  ,  i  know  those  !    my  mother  used  to  love  them.  they  are  beautiful  indeed  ,    i  have  no  objections.    𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐢  𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞  𝐢’𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫  𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬  𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐚𝐥𝐥.  regardless  of  its  connotations  ,  they’re  beautiful  nonetheless  ,  no  ?  ❞      

               mother?  how  many  centuries  has  it  been  since  he  last  spoke  of  his  own?  a  memory  so  distant  yet  cherished  nonetheless                 lost  in  time,  holding  onto  dear  son  as  one  of  the  reasons  he  would  later  walk  the  path  that  leads  to  war.  (  she  was  a  lover  of  spring  blooms,  he  recalls.  spring  blooms,  the  ones  whose  significance  spelled  life…  not  death.  )  no  wonder  a  fellow  pillar  turns  to  seas  of  red  spider  lilies,  looking  upon  them  with  fondness  –  despite  their  implication  –  and  understanding.  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇  𝐈𝐒  𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄,  whether  their  nichirin  blade  inflicts  it  or  they  meet  it  while  gripping  a  bloodied  tsuka.  ❝  in  that  case…  ❞

               it’s  easier  for  one’s  smile  to  widen  some  when  company  delicately  urges  it  out  of  them.

               ❝  …  why  don’t  we  go  pick  a  few?  I  don’t  want  to  spend  my  day  off  solely  around  the  estate.  ❞