Kurama

"Pain is not a weakness, it's a strength. Pain tells a creature its vulnerabilities, and not when to expose them to an attack." [ Independent Shuichi/Kurama/Youko RP and ask blog. Multi-ship. Semi-selective. NSFW.]

[humanheartarchive]

What if you have lived your human life, and its finally time to go? Will you permanently transform as your old self? Or will you need a certain kind of potion for it?

“I have put much thought into this, yet—if I may be frank, I’m unsure. I would like to see how my family fares. This will most likely aid in my eventual decision, though…I have lived a long life, haven’t I?”

[drakuse]

[humanheartdemonsoul]

  " Any prize worth having usually requires a risk "

—— Indie. Yoko Kurama. Anime-centric. 9 years of rp experience. 21+ mun.

[yogito]

[humanheartdemonsoul]

classical pursuit

[humanheartdemonsoul]

kxronue:

The cries behind them rang in their ears as they ran away from that place. Kuronue felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders as they seemed to be left far behind them, becoming nothing but a mere whisper that soon got lost with the wind. Of course that did not mean they were safe of all dangers already, but it was definitely a good sign.

Kuronue, while always trusting his acute hearing the job of keeping track of the fox and their tail at the time as his eyes focused on the path before them and on any potential traps that could be hiding there, made sure to look at the fox every now and then out of the corner of his eye, making sure he was alright, especially ever since the distinct smell of blood had made it presence clear around them. Kuronue himself had a couple cuts on him; blood trickling down them in thin threads only. Nothing seemingly serious, luckily.

The bat youkai’s grin remained on his lips for a while longer until a loud thud suddenly rang in his ears, making the ravenette turn his head in the direction it had come from.

The fox was gone. Or more exactly, out of his sight. He stopped to a halt.

“Kurama…?” He called his name as he quickly went back a few steps. His essence and youki were strong still, indicating he was around somewhere, and just a moment later he came across the pit along with the fox trapped within. He was relieved when he saw the fox, standing, even though with a little trouble (it could have been much worse, he thought). There was little time to do something before their enemies reached them. Kuronue soon summoned one of his scythes. Holding the blade by it’s handle, he dropped the weighted end of the chain down the pit for Kurama to grasp.

“Hold tight! I’m helping you out!” There was a chance Kuronue would have to make use of his fog if the enemies managed to reach them before they could resume their escape.

It was a foolish error, one he could have easily avoided. Kurama’s mind was buzzing with outcomes as the guards called out in the distance. More alert after a few seconds of labored breathing, a quick glance-around revealed a few old skeletons half buried in the mud. He didn’t linger on them, figuring Kuronue and himself were not the first two to make an attempt on the fortress. 

Kurama tried to stand but to no avail. His head swam as black dots flitted into his view. Dizzy, he palmed the back of his head, coming back stained, red fingers. Bleeding, then. A slight inconvenience to maneuver through. 

Kurama tried to stand again, this time much more successful. His ears twitched as he heard footsteps, thankful it was Kuronue and not a few guards ahead of the rest of the platoon. Shakily, he grabbed hold of the handle end, producing a few plants beneath him to help is ascent. When his feet touched the ground again, he wobbled, using Kuronue’s arm to steady himself.

“Much appreciated.” He said gruffly. “We need to move, I will not last at this pace.”

Better to know the limits with his injury than have Kuronue dragging his body.

[hakushodirectory]

YU YU HAKUSHO RP DIRECTORY

I’ll make another, prettier post on this later, but here I’ve started up an RP directory for Yoshihiro Togashi’s anime Yu Yu Hakusho! This being said, if you would like to be included in the directory, and put in the tags:

Your character’s name

Your pen name

Whether you are anime or manga canon

And whether or not you’re 18+

Crossovers, muses with YYH verses, and OCs are all allowed to join!

Thank you!

[yourmassacre]

[redheadedbishies]

Kurama by: 

芳賀

[humanheartarchive]

what kind of work do you do at your step father's job.

“Firstly, my father owns an advertising agency. I work as an accountant—budget balancing, running the system operators, compile financial statements, check the money that goes in and out of the systems, and for what exactly. My stepfather is actually considering promoting me to VP of the department.”

[humanheartarchive]

Death Shows No Mercy

Kurama sat on the familiar stone, at the end of the familiar path, clawing his way away from pseudo humanity. Conversations had taken a recent turn into his personal life, into details he had been scrambling to avoid, dodging breathlessly. Lie after lie after lie. More bluffs to cover him, build his defence.

Kurama was huddled into his wool coat, holding onto the small bit of warmth to hide most of his body from the biting wind. While his bare fingers caressed the wind with every bit of tenderness, the wind did not accept such a gesture. In turn, the god-wind scattered its needles across his now-pink cheeks. In spite of the cold, Kurama didn't seem to notice, a habit he picked up long ago. At times, the frigid temperatures could be comforting. It boosted his energy, made his cells sluggish, yet more alive. A paradox of sensation.

His nose was capturing the scents of the surrounding forest. The rich pine still bore needles, displaying them as a child did a poorly-done painting. The needles were shifting to brown, yet still retained their elegant quality. The smell still lingered along the ground, or in the prickly trees themselves. The scattered maples and oaks stood naked, showing merely one of their skins—the bark. The branches reaches for the heavens, crackling and crumbling as the ice snuck in through their upturned fingertips.

Penetrating the rich scents of pine were the decaying flowers that were saying their goodbyes. Roots wrapped tightly around rabbits and raccoons— or what was left of them. It was quite putrid, but Kurama could ignore it. As the thought scurried across his brain, a wolf shrieked its howl at the moon, alerting the other coven members of the prey. 

The prey would not be shown mercy as its screams filled the air, being ripped apart from teeth so sharp.

[tenkaichibudokai]

[kaiohan]

[humanheartarchive]

How would you describe your mother?

“I’m assuming you mean my human mother. She’s caring in the purest form of the word, always fussing over how I’m doing, making sure everything is as comfortable as possible. She’s incredibly self-sacrificing, putting her children and my step-father first. She misses me very much, so I often try to make stops to the house to see her.”

[yyhlove]

[humanheartarchive]

Pixiv ID: 32894356

Member: お

[mysthe]

kurama by Elda-QD

[humanheartarchive]

As a leader ( or a previous one), how do you percieve Machiavelli's theories of kingship?

What will make [the ruler] despised is being considered inconstant, frivolous, effeminate, pusillanimous, and irresolute: a ruler must avoid contempt as if it were a reef.

“I agree on the following, in this stanza: Irregularity is difficult to cope with. I always managed to let my bandits know exactly what they were doing next. It keeps a sense of peace, and that their patience would be rewarded. There were numerous set plans that revolved around the same concept. It only adjusted situationally.  Frivolous? At times, I believe it takes the excitement out of less demanding situations, but it is necessary to keep a calm head about things and be rational as well as firm. Pusillanimous? It is most definitely frowned upon, as I mentally cannot comprehend a lack of determination when attempting to forge a nation. No, it would be near impossible. This ties in with one being irresolute. Take time in contemplating your actions and you will not need to feel hesitance. Though I do not know quite what effeminate was meant in this context, I am assuming, in the time period, women were of little use besides providing offspring and caring for the household. Perhaps it refers to weakness? I do not know. Being despised as a ruler will make you a king with a plastic crown. It bears no meaning. “

He should contrive that his actions should display grandeur, courage, seriousness and strength … A ruler who succeeds in creating such an image of himself will enjoy a fine reputation; and it will be difficult to plot against him or to attack him… A ruler will effectively protect himself from this danger if he avoids incurring hatred and contempt, and keeps the people satisfied with him. It is essential to do this .

“Reputation is important, yes. I agree with many of the things listed above. However, if you cannot prove this reputation, it’s all very meaningless. You may as well be a puppet for a greater purpose. Something a leader must keep in mind is that enemies are always there. As a bandit king (so I like to think) the number of those who despise you and what you stand for is high. In a general sense, however, I must agree. Yomi is a very good example of this. I do think a level of mystery is also needed. Being open can be dangerous.

“All in all, the small stanza of ideals expressed is something I can surely relate to and agree with.”