#HIRUINONAI ― 𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 Independent & selective 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 ( saber ) from the 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙴 series written by Smol (+18;she/her). For my own comfort, please do not follow if you are under 18. Rules under read more !
𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 (斎藤 一) , was the Third Unit Captain of the Shinsengumi, a public safety organization that acted at the end of the Edo era (the Bakumatsu) among the heart of Kyoto. Even alongside Okita Souji and Nagakura Shinpachi in the Shinsengumi with him, he was a standout swordsman who's early life, school of swordsmanship, and numerous other facts are still unknown.
SELECTIVE & MUTUALS only.
English is not my native tongue! so if I ever type a sentence that makes little sense or write a word incorrectly, it’s due to that 😳
VERY HIGHLY SPORADIC ACTIVITY. My attention wanders all over the place so this blog will remain as low acitvity, If this isn´t ur cup of tea then I would advice to consider again following.
I am not an expert historian! so although I do my best to research about the muse im writting and the history and context where they come from, I (politely) ask u to pls understand that if in any case I happen to not be aware of certain things, it´s due to that and I ask u to pls do correct me (politely) (*꒦ິㅂ꒦ີ)
mun & muse are both +18 (mun is 22 currently!)
Not affiliated with the Fate fandom.
Duplicates & crossover friendly !!
general dni criteria applies here
If you are not aware of F.ate as a franchise or the game F.go pls do not feel scared of interacting! there is no need to have prior knowledge about the universe (fate) where my muse comes from and if you have any questions i’m always happy to answer !
I will not assume any sort of relationship beforehand between our characters except platonic as a first stance; I ask you to please respect this and not assume anything from my Saito as well. Just like any relationship (of any kind) it will require development.
Alongside this post, please do not assume or dictate me how to write my own muse, this has happened before and it makes me very uncomfortable (*꒦ິㅂ꒦ີ)
Due to his character, this blog will remain as Fewship & very HIGHLY selective. I´m more inclined to ship with friends / people i know / people I can click OOC wise more, yet if you are interested in developing something between our muses, be it platonic or romantic, I am certainly not against that if the chemistry is present ! Aside this, i will not ship with underaged muses nor with underaged muns.
muse does not equal mun & I do not condone my muse´s actions.
And that´s it! apologies if any of these sounded harsh, let´s just respecc each other and have fun! thank u for dropping by!
❝ mhm.. mhm..~ ❞ He hums to himself through quick scribbles. Circles and circles and more circles .. he's going through the little card with ease; not hesitating at any point in particular一 besides the one about being a great cook; in that block, he stops for a couple of seconds, debating to himself whether he could pass by sneakily and cross it out of greed or be honest about it. He could cook afterall, perhaps not like a professional but一
❝ Miss, can you check my card real quick? ❞ He's talking to Peach of course, and now he's sliding the small piece of paper under her fingertips that had so patiently remained pressed over her chair's armrest. ❝ I think I got it right. Bingo it is. 3 times makes it quite a certain win doesn't it? ❞
nothing sluttier than lighting up a cigarette immediately after an absolutely brutal fight and inhaling deeply before exhaling the smoke with a sigh of relief while still disheveled and covered in blood and coming down from the adrenaline high. you could literally have sex onscreen and it would be less erotic.
@ardenssolis said ; He stared intensely at the other for probably longer than was comfortable before reaching out and promptly fixing the Saber's tie. It had become a little crooked during their fight, and he simply could not allow them to wander about looking less than pristine. / 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃
❝ Aha一 ! now there you are- welcome, welcome ~ quite late to the party, aren’t you? If you were looking for some fun, then sorry to break it to you, it’s all over now. ❞ With a swift movement of his left hand, his sword is returned back inside its respective saya; his right hand now raising to wave a light greeting towards the pharaoh’s way with two fingers extended forward before he’s met with the rigid face of the ruler- or so he believed it was; as it wasn’t precisely that smug or prideful grin he was used to catching a glimpse of; but rather, the other’s expression could probably only be summarized into a frown- Mhm.... What could it be this time- he ponders as he attempts to remember that stern frown from somewhere. Despite his own cluelessness, Saito raises a brow, a little grin begining to tug at the corner of his lips as their eye contact extends for some small period of silence; for 6 seconds. He counted them, of course. Such was his way of attempting to gather any clues about him, be them as little as these sort of subtleties or with other more grand acts of a pharaoh that Ozymandias, in all his majesty’s glory, enjoyed delivering. All of this in an attempt to solve the puzzle that the other's peculiar behavior.
But he wins this time, and before Saito can open his mouth to question him- there goes the answer to his internal question. He should have figured it out before- that this was the kind of things Ozymandias did; jumping from straight and absolute decisions to the sort of language that could take a whole essay worth of explained mannerisms in order to understand.
❝ I see, so that’s it. ❞ And as Ozymandias reaches out for his necktie, he finally understands where the other’s discomfort came from and what was going to follow. Saito stands still, taking no step backwards. This space is yours to take, mighty pharaoh. ❝ came to watch over me? How thoughtful of you. haha don’t give me that look, i'm joking, im joking ~ go ahead then. Im all in for presentations however wearing a necktie can be sometimes a hastle in combat you know? Take your time, you can do it. ❞ Ah, his bad. When he is like this, Saito can’t help but poke at him as he little hums a small tune on the meanwhile. You surely understand. Despite his rather teasing comment, the smile on the corner of his lips is one that radiates a sort of silent endearment, and little fight does he offer in tilting his head a little backwards, allowing for the other to be able to have a better look over the area of his skin- that or merely simply to leave more space for the other to work, he’s leaving him to decide that.
Well, if all goes south, you can always rely on other servants you know? juggling the job of being a pharaoh, an heroic spirit and a father must be though job afterall-
Photos from this Twitter. (I couldn't get it to just share the post.)
Reproduction Shinsengumi haori on display at the entrance of Daimaru's Kyoto store.
Daimaru, which traces its roots back to dry goods store Dai-Monjiya, is said to have produced the original haori for the Shinsengumi in the 1860s.
Although no historical examples survive, Daimaru and the Kyoto Shinsengumi Club worked together to create two reproductions using period-authentic materials and techniques.
One of the haori is on display at Mibu-dera temple and the other, seen above, at Daimaru.
Dyeing process (left) and haori displayed at Mibu-Dera. (From here.)
The dying was done by Somenotsukasa Yoshioka (Textiles Yoshioka - English Site), a company that has specialized in traditional Japanese dyeing methods since the late Edo period.
’ can i get that written down on a piece a’ paper ? ’
For gods sake that face simply stinks of mischief. ❝ You are not pulling at my hair, you are fucking ripping it off at this point― that doesn’t sound any reasuring, at all. ❞
❝ ―You know what, you are right, you have done nothing wrong, ever. ❞ He’s not going to spare a glance at the shoulder area of his jacket- certainly not
