[ibarvki]

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆,  unaffiliated roleplay blog,  for the character  IBARAKI DOUJI, from the  MOBILE GAME,   onmyoji.   

written by JAXX.  

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this blog is for  𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 ,  18 +.  the mun is 22.  there will be instances of nsfw mentions here,   though likely not outward smut will be written. 

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sex values. 

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 HAPPY HALLOWEEN.

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ashurra·:

it was hard for him to tolerate the other being so close to him when he was always so close to losing his mind   –   having something demonic touching all over him wasn’t going to help him make any progress at all,   but ibaraki cared little for that   –   by the time asura got frustrated enough to say something to him about it,   he had already fallen asleep on him.   asura could deal with it since he was asleep and not bothering him,   since he was never allowed to be alone anymore anyway   –   someone always had to be watching him,   but shuten and taishakuten weren’t in the same room as him,   he couldn’t be trusted to be so close to him,  not during the night.  ibaraki was never the most responsible,   but he could be when he needed to be,   though   …   he couldn’t say that falling asleep had been the most responsible with someone like asura,   especially without taishakuten’s calming effect being there on him.   he didn’t know what was wrong with him at first,   his strange expressions and the noises he was making   –   he didn’t think that it would have been a nightmare.   with how ibaraki acted all of the time,   asura almost forgot that he did have things in his life that didn’t sit the best with him.   he looked so out of it when he actually opened his eyes,   something was clearly wrong  –  asura was not used to being the one to comfort others,  he was not going to be the best at it,   but he was sure that ibaraki wouldn’t be seeking that out from him anyway.

“ yes. “   came his blunt reply,  not wanting to talk to him too much   –   the last thing he needed was to frustrate himself further with him when he was already annoyed enough that ibaraki was resting on him,   as it was never something that asura had liked before,   though he could see now that he might have been doing it purely for comfort.   he knew that taishakuten sometimes came to him like this when he needed it,   but he never considered it for ibaraki   –   he wondered how often he did this with shuten.   “ were you having a nightmare? “   he asked,   his brows pressing together   –   he felt as though he had known why ibaraki might have been so upset,   but with how foggy his mind had been,   it wasn’t possible for him to think too deeply into it.   the things he was clinging onto more in his memory were things more important to him,   memories with taishakuten that would help him recover.   he didn’t understand,   but if it would help ibaraki,   he would allow him to continue laying there   –   it wasn’t like him at all,   since he normally would have shoved him away.   even with how cold he tended to act,   being sympathetic was good for him right now.

he really  didn’t  understand how little that his presence would help the other.  while he was a demonic being himself,  he  really  did not think that he was capable of causing more issues for asura.  it wasn’t like he was the type to cause all that much trouble,  or the  type  anymore who was easily angered.  all of these things were phases for them,  things that dulled down the older that they got.   him and  shuten  were both quite old  --   though,   asura  may   have been older than himself.  it was hard to tell,  since he couldn’t remember a great majority of his life when he was living in the abyss.  with his power,   it was  no  wonder  if he was as old as shuten was.   nearly older than  creation  itself,   but it wasn’t shocking for demons that were as strong as them.  if it wasn’t for the fact that he was  much  younger than the redhead in the past,  he wouldn’t have even known how old that he was anymore.  thankfully,  it was kept pretty well documented for him,   at least ... up until the other  lost  his head.  sleeping against the other,   he was  far  too comfortable with him.   he wasn’t aware of how little that asura  really  cared for him,  but it was likely that he wouldn’t mind.  he was already used to being pushed away by his closest friend,   it was not too surprising to receive that treatment from anyone else as well.

ibaraki was at a loss for a moment when he was told that he  was  in fact being loud.  not so shocking for him,   since he was often the type to raise his voice much louder than it was necessary.   “ maybe  ---  i think i was. ”  he said,   sitting up some.  his head was still resting against asura’s arm,  but he was no longer relying entirely on him.  “ it’s been a while since we’ve had  real  visitors here. ”  he told the other,   wondering if it was even worth it trying to explain it to him.   it was rare that asura was even  there  enough to speak about things,   his tone still sounding not all there.   of course,   he meant that the  last time  they had visitors ...  it didn’t end all that well for them.   shuten had ended up  decapitated,   and he was left in a pool of his own blood.  it was had  centuries  ago,  but when things had not changed much since then,   centuries were like the blink of an eye to him.   maybe it was  asura’s  presence itself that was causing him the nightmares.  they had brought him and taishakuten there for their safety  --  but they knew that they were in over their heads with it.  they could probably keep  taishakuten  safe,   but there was no one there to keep  them  safe from him.   he couldn’t outwardly   tell  him that he might have been the cause of it,  even if it would have been obvious if he was in the  right  mind to pick up on such a thing. 

[savamisooon]

こにぎり入れるか迷ってこには頼光の所にいるからおらんか・・・？と思ってやめたけど入れればよかったなあと後から思っている絵

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        @ashurra​ ,   [ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

it was  strange  to wake up in the night,  and not be next to the one who he was always expecting to be there with him.   being shaken awake by someone who  wasn’t  shuten,   he couldn’t help but grab onto his arms,   a surprised look on his face.   by now,  having the others there,   it was  normal  to them.  they all had gotten very familiar with one another,   especially since they were supposed to be  watching  over asura to make sure he was kept decently calm at all times.   though,  right now  --  it seemed as if he was going to have to accept that he was the one who needed to be kept calm.  without his knowledge,  he had been making  plenty  of sounds in his sleep;   it was always the same kind of nightmares,   ones that the other should  somewhat  know of.  taishakuten would know  more,   but the demon had been present when he had told the stories of mount oe’s past to the celestial.  

resting his head against asura’s arm for a moment,  he was still  not  that awake  --  trying not to poke his horns right into the other’s bicep.   “ was i being that loud? ”  ibaraki had to ask,  his voice only  so  quiet because he was not fully awake.   it was a struggle to get his words out,  especially when his tone was still raspy from how much he’d been crying out when he was supposed to be sleeping.  getting himself comfortable against asura,  he hoped that the other wasn’t going to just shove him back into the bed,  telling him that he should sleep.   they were sharing it as it was because they didn’t trust him to stay  calm  during the night.  the last thing either of them wanted was to wake up to taishakuten hurt by him,  but ibaraki wasn’t so sure how he was the one who was pushed off to spend the night with him.  he could definitely hold off better than the celestial,   but that didn’t mean that he was  any  kind  of match for asura.  

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@dovji​

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𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗗𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗗?

your result :   like the snow melts.

you need to be loved patiently. you need to feel the love slowly creeping in,         a warning, a way to back away if you’re too scared. you need to be loved cautiously,            as if you’re fragile.       you need to be loved gently, because love is messy and muddy and makes your socks wet and hurts if the sun gets too close.      but you need to let yourself be loved, because when you do, it’ll feel like spring.

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@dovji​ ,      [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

there was  not  a whole lot that ibaraki was capable of doing on his own with his  long  mess of hair.  only having  one arm  made sure that the rest of his life was an  absolute pain to handle.  it wasn’t  just  his hair  --  it was  everything.  it was shocking that shuten was even willing to put up with him this long.  not  only had he failed to protect him in the past,   it had ended up with him  crippled,   no fix to that issue in  sight.  if he had an easy way to regenerate it,  he  would  have  --  though unlike his  friend,   he didn’t have an easy way of being healed.  usually,  he was the one that would have to suffer through all of his issues;  depending on how much trouble that he got himself into. 

sitting patiently in front of him,  he could feel the light  tugging  on his hair as he braided it, usually in small parts.  more often than not,   he would  pester  him to pull it up,  that way it wasn’t all over the place.  while he did have  very pretty  hair,  it was  long  and  unruly  --  with how thick it was,  it was awful difficult to pull up correctly.  thankfully,  shuten was  used  to his own hair,  even if ibaraki’s was  definitely   on the fluffier side.  his horns often got in the way too,  which he would certainly  hear about it if he bumped one of them.   turning his head some,  he tried to  catch  a look at shuten’s expression.   he was  never  too sure whether or not this was something that he enjoyed,  or if it was just something that he considered a  nuisance.  most things that involved him seemed to annoy the other a great deal  --   he was  hoping  that maybe just  this  was something calming to him.  there had been  rare  times where he didn’t have to ask for it,   he would just come over and start toying with it himself.   his hair was  incredibly soft,  despite the fact that he was not so careful when it came to caring for it.  when you lived in the mountains,   the closest that they had to showers was  natural  water sources.  

instead of  asking  him how he was feeling about it,  ibaraki leaned back a little more into his hands,  hoping that he would at least give him some kind of reassurance.  he was  much  more like a  dog  than he liked to admit  --  especially when it came to shuten. 

[thebasariankaoru]

~ Hyakki Yagyō - The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons ~

Shuten Clan

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dovji·:

it was very rare that shuten actually looked happy,   not since what happened to him.   he’d become a lot more annoyed and aggressive,  even towards the person he was so close to before the incident,   the one who had gone out of his way to make sure his head was back on properly.  both of them had lost something to the same person,  an arm and memory   –   but they still got along very well together,   mostly due to ibaraki’s insistence that the two of them remain as close as they had been before,   despite how much shuten tried to push him away.   he tried to pretend that he lacked interest in him anymore,   and as much as shuten had been more annoyed by him at first and did want him gone,   focusing on anyone besides him,   likely women who made him very jealous   –   he had learned to deal with him being around,   accepting that no matter what he did,   ibaraki wasn’t going to leave him alone.   shuten couldn’t even say that he was going to fight him or beat him up,   since that sort of thing was exactly what he wanted,   always trying to prove that he was the stronger one   –   probably trying to restore his confidence or memories from the two of them messing around before.   he didn’t understand it,   but he usually didn’t go along with it unless he was in a better mood.

despite how much he tried to keep up his grumpy act especially around him,   trying to avoid his friend despite how much the two of them could get along when they actually stuck around.   there were times when he would tolerate being around him and ended up very obviously having a good time,   and this was one of them.   ibaraki didn’t particularly like drinking at all,   but him forcing himself to do so when he didn’t like it showed just how dedicated he was to making him happy,   anything to spend time with the man that he followed around all of the time.   it was the one thing that really seemed to make shuten happy,   the one thing he was always doing to relax.  ibaraki had found him relaxing and already pretty intoxicated,   but that was the normal for shuten   –   it was hard to find him when he wasn’t drinking,   since he had been entirely unable to stop himself from doing it all of the time after losing his memory.   he did it all of the time even before he lost his head,   but it was much worse now,   especially when he was constantly in a bad mood,   especially around him.   however,   it helped him relax when he wasn’t around anyone else and didn’t need to act as defensive as he usually did.   he was already in a good mood when ibaraki had found him,   so for once,   he didn’t try to hide for him or make some snarky response upon being approached excitedly by the person who called himself his best friend   –   times like these were the ones when shuten accepted that the two of them were closer than he liked to act,   though he still had many moments when he was easy to annoy with him around.   knowing ibaraki,  he took it as a sign of affection,    since he was always more annoyed than usual when he was around.

the mention of his smile makes his expression change very quickly,   obviously embarrassed at how it was pointed out to him,   since he never liked when ibaraki pointed it out when he was in a good mood   –   it only tended to make the other a lot more excited when he was around him,   since it was obvious then that shuten enjoyed his company.   glaring at him,   he was already huffing like an idiot before he even responded.   “ don’t say weird stuff like that. “   of course it was weird to him,   it being pointed out that he was happy   –   like it was something he was supposed to be ashamed of,   but that was how he felt when he tried so hard usually to pretend that he didn’t care to be around ibaraki.   when it became obvious that he was happy,    it was obvious that he was also faking being grumpy around him most of the time just to keep up the act.   “ don’t get used to it   –   i was in a good mood before you got here. “   he was never good at keeping his own feelings a secret,   since he tended to be so loud and aggressive about them that it was clear he was lying about them.  “ it’s not because you’re here. “

it didn’t  truly  make that much sense to him what exactly had happened with the other  post his injury.  clearly,  it was the cause of some kind of amnesia,  but ibaraki was  not  going to understand that   --  to him,   he thought that it was more akin to a deep hatred,  or rather,   just  disappointment because he was unable to save him from being  decapitated.    willing to take the entire blame on that,  he didn’t think that it would be anything other than the sheer fact that he had failed  him.   no matter the fact that he had been the one to  stitch  him back together,   he didn’t think that would make anything better;   he should have been able to protect him from it happening in the first place.  though,  being a good  right hand man was quite tough when his own  right  hand had been severed  not  too soon before his best friend was beheaded in front of his eyes.  had the other  offered  a duel to him,  he would have accepted instantly  --  the two used to  mess around  in the form of combat quite often when they were closer.   it was  always   shuten who won,  regardless of physical appearance,   he was not the stronger of the two.  had he been,  then maybe he  would have been the king of the mountain.   he didn’t desire it to be any different though;   he was  very content with falling second to him.  maybe he  should  have wanted more than that,  but it was unlike him to crave more than what he was given;  not when it came to the other.   

the current state of his friend  was quite pathetic,  and despite his love for the other,  sometimes he did not have the patience to put up the act that everything was fine.  the way that he was  drinking  all of the time was unappealing to him,  and he made sure to be vocal about it.   ibaraki could force himself to drink from time to time,  so long as that was the activity of choice for the night   --   but when it was turning into  all  day and  all night,   he couldn’t keep up.  alcohol did not have the same effects on him as it did his friend,  and more often than not,  he would find himself feeling  awful  from trying to keep up.   seeing the other  drink  and complain about  women  all of the time,  it really was not something that he could sit there and relate to him about.  if there could be  two  things that he cared less about,  it was those.   he just wanted his real  friend back,  the one who cared more about the state of their land than whether a  woman  would give him the time of day.  each time that he would run into the man,  his face would light up on sight,   something that the other had long since deemed annoying,  but he still had  yet  to quit doing so.   the most  shocking  bit of it today,  was that he hadn’t received an aggressive response to it.  usually,  shuten was already up on his feet,  trying to get as far away from him as he possibly could.  this did not deter him from bothering him though;   he was sure that if he was diligent,  then just maybe he could prove  it to the other that he was reliable.  he might have slipped up in the past,  but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t make up for that. 

making himself a  spot  to sit with his friend,  he was way too jovial about the fact that he’d received a  smile  for what might have been the first time since the incident.   now,  it was very rare for shuten to be happy about his presence unless he was visibly intoxicated.  it was expected to get a  snappy  response to him pointing out his happiness,  that seemed to be how things worked out for him.  “   really?    what happened that made you happy? ”  his curiosity got the best of him,  wanting to get a chance at hearing  who  was lucky enough to put shuten douji in  such  a good mood that it drove him to smile.  the thought of it had him a  tad  bit jealous,  but he would get over himself.   he just wanted to  hear  what would make him happy  --  if it was something he could replicate,  he would do so  shamelessly.   “ if you’re  already  in a good mood,  then we shall keep it that way  -----  it didn’t have anything to do with that  strange woman you are always talking about,  did it? ”  never the type to be  tactful,   he would ask bluntly;  it showed where  his  jealousy stemmed from.   

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[savamisooon]

卒アルイバ太郎

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dovji​:

@ibarvki​

𝙍𝙐𝙉𝙎 𝘼𝙏 𝙃𝙄𝙈

[ibarvki]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊   ?

the color you fit most is RED !

people with red soul colors are usually cheerful and active.    they are   optimistic   and turn negative situations into a positive one.    they are dreamers and visionaries,     ready to aim high and achieve great things.

one thing this color is never short of is attention.    whether they’re actively seeking it out or getting it unknowingly,    this color basks in the positive praise of others.    their charismatic and    high energy    personality draws people to them.

often COMPETITIVE,     this color is always trying to outdo themselves.     perfection is a never ending goal,     and they will constantly feel like they’re never doing enough.     they’re always looking for new and exciting,      often overlooking things that are a constant in their life and taking them for granted.

one thing that’s notable about this color is their    EXPLOSIVE TEMPER.     because they feel so deeply in what they do,     they will often lash out when feeling threatened.    they have a knack for saying things they don’t necessarily mean.    however,    it’s often short lived,    as is their attention,   and they will most likely forget about what angered them in the first place.

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[ibarvki]

rattles my cage