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oli, back at it again with a new promo! i’ve shoved all my current muses into this pretty little blog, with a few new ones added on in!!! so if you’re interested in interacting with a new multi-fandom multi-muse, please give this a like and/or reblog so i can check you out!
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oli, back at it again with a new promo! i’ve shoved all my current muses into this pretty little blog, with a few new ones added on in!!! so if you’re interested in interacting with a new multi-fandom multi-muse, please give this a like and/or reblog so i can check you out!
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oli, back at it again with a new promo! i’ve shoved all my current muses into this pretty little blog, with a few new ones added on in!!! so if you’re interested in interacting with a new multi-fandom multi-muse, please give this a like and/or reblog so i can check you out!
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oli, back at it again with a new promo! i’ve shoved all my current muses into this pretty little blog, with a few new ones added on in!!! so if you’re interested in interacting with a new multi-fandom multi-muse, please give this a like and/or reblog so i can check you out!
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Kimi no Na wa: Forest
kyoanikis:
Something caught in his throat, rough and sharp, making it feel like he wanted to cry. It was a sensation that made him want to crumble to the ground, but Kyōjurō blamed it on the soothing presence of Oyakata-sama and the light pressure of the man’s hand on his shoulder. As his beloved leader continued though, the feeling only increased. The genuine care in his voice washed over Kyōjurō in a powerful wave. His heartbeat is loud enough for him to fear the man can hear it pounding; surely it was obvious to someone so observant.
Kyōjurō listens carefully, taking in every word. There was a sinking feeling in his gut that Oyakata-sama knew what troubled him so badly, knew the reason root of his complicated emotions. It felt shameful, in a way, that someone could see right through him and pull out these feelings like it was nothing, but Kyōjurō understood why the other wanted to do it. If he’d been suspicious about the same thing for a friend of his, he would do the same thing.
( the dam is cracking, he’s going to fall soon )
A shaky breath leaves him before he knew it was even there. Kyōjurō was already feeling a swirling mess of disdain at himself, concern over what Oyakata-sama will think of him if he really talks about it, and fear over bringing his issues to light. He sworn to himself never to speak on them as they would surely cause trouble for the Rengoku house.
…..and he truly did not want Senjurō to get dragged into it.
“Oyakata-sama…I am grateful for your words. They mean a lot, thank you, but I…I don’t even know where to begin.”
such a fragile breath sounds throughout the room, and kagaya takes a moment to angle his body a bit more, towards the young flame pillar. even with being unable to see, he learned that this contact was important, helping signal the brain into knowing the other is completely focused in the conversation. and kagaya is.
he doesn’t remove his hand from kyojuro’s shoulder, keeping it there was a constant grounding, a simple comfort as he opened up. kagaya can only imagine how tough this must be. he is unsure of what it is that is specifically bothering kyojuro, and he chooses not to assume and come off as rude... so he will listen. still, he can only imagine how this must feel. he was never allowed to truthfully express the concerns he had, not personal ones at least. the only worries he could speak of were in relation to the only reason he had been born. he hated that. so now he strives to let his children speak their minds, everything, and raise the importance of their personal thoughts to the same height as his families goal.
“well... then start with whichever thought rings out the loudest. allow you mind to think on it, and whichever each thought may boil down to, begin there.”
another gentle circle is soothed over kyojuro’s back before his hand comes to rest over-top his shoulder, a feather-light hold that could be brushed off if he so desired. kyojuro is not much younger than himself-- this is a reoccurring thought that kagaya rarely acknowledges, that the pillars are close to his age, if not older. but they have not aged how he has. he is unsure of how they are raised, and overall he is unsure of how a normal child would be. the opposite of what he was taught is a good enough start.
“if you worry i will not understand... not everything must be spoken in clear thought. allow yourself to say everything you wish to, and everything you need to, whether it connects perfectly or not. i will listen.”
holylies:
There is 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 about this man, this Kagaya Ubuyashiki, that you do not understand. It is 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 that aches right on the corner of your frozen soul, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 like a tick in your chest.
You 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 if you will die here, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 the grasp of your clawed hands around this man’s throat. A shame, you could 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 do it too - - - especially on how this man breaths. Your blood technique 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 lung failure, you are sure. But with these 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 chains around your body as well as the fact that you can tell that . . . 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 is flowing through your veins. It is hard to break down, but eventually, you are sure you can work around it. It isn’t 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 you, which is a shame, but it is 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 to give you your strength.
“ Oh! You are not rude at all! Your pillars are probably right anyways, my friends talk about that all the time. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before, honestly. “ You sulk, wishing you could move your head down, but there is a blasted collar around your neck there. You tried to bite someone, it’s understandable.
Ah, yes, the entire 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 why you are here in this cell. Honestly, does this man believe that you would go back on everything that you have built . . . to accept a 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 for something like this?
“ Why would I ever . . . do such a thing? “ You say, the bitter cold 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 your words.
“ You know, this ‘ curse ‘ everyone is talking about is quite a blessing. I have saved countless people from their suffering, and yet I am detained like some animal? Please, even if I had the slightest chance of worms in my brain, I still couldn’t answer all of your questions! No one trusts me with any information, anyways. “
You smile, it is more of like an animal 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 its teeth.
“ You know, if I have done nothing wrong and carry no information, you could just let me go like you’ve said! I’ll keep my lips sealed, promise. “
the sound of the chains signifies their movements, kagaya keeping his head straight as he listens. ones mind can only imagine the threatening aura this demon must have, perhaps baring their fangs, hands sharp as daggers that would easily end the humans life if not restrained. certainly nothing for him to think of now, for the demon will be residing in this cage for many more days. he banishes the thoughts with a simple nod being the only thing to signify they were even there. each word spoken seems empty. of course, they sound as if filled with emotions, but there’s something behind each that is undeniably hollow. was this just how speaking to demons felt? kagaya himself is unsure, and he wonders if he should ask his beloved children. they were far more experienced in this than himself.
soothing a hand over the bandages covering his knuckles, kagaya smiles as if keeping enjoyable company, no hatred bubbling up to the surface from deep within. something they say sticks with his mind, and he hums in thought, nodding along before he speaks once again.
“i believe i understand. allow me to change the focus some, and ask questions that may be easier to answer.”
kagaya begins to piece together a question in his mind, taking each sentence douma had just spoken and beginning to try and break away whatever front there was to claw out the information desired. for all he knows, there is no front, and douma will be killed within a weeks time. but for now, he is a ‘guest ’, and kagaya will do his best to keep from risking a second escape attempt.
“do you not care about having the trust of your peers? more specifically your fellow upper moons, and kibutsuji himself?”
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demonmoonrui:
It’s not until they’re inside that Rui fully realizes what he’s done. He just ran up to the master and…and grabbed him! GRABBED HIM! His head tilts back and he looks at the ceiling, praying to every god he can think of in thanks that a hashira wasn’t around to witness that. Otherwise, he might be sporting some new bruises and have his ears ringing from a blistering lecture of being so disrespectful. But…but he couldn’t just let Kagaya collapse to the ground out in the cold! Disrespectful or no, Rui does feel like he made the right choice. He’s happy to be in the warm estate anyways; the cold not doing his body any favors either. He blinks and returns his gaze to the older man when his hair is brushed, a warm feeling welling up in his chest at the show of affection. There’s not been much of that since his parents died, he could have gone off with an aunt or uncle from his compound…but the desire to get his parents justice for their murders was much stronger. Thus, Rui trained his body to obey his mind and will despite his illness and done away with any thoughts of having a happy family again. The ladies at the Butterfly Estate are perhaps the closest thing he could call a family, but even then affection is scarce, so he’s just going to….savor this moment a little.
Helping Kagaya sit down, Rui joins him after making sure that he’s settled; sitting perfectly straight with his hands in his lap. “Help…?” Now with his mind no longer in his panic he recalls the older man mentioning a gift that he and his family worked on….for him. The warm feeling returns and Rui smiles. “You didn’t need to bother yourself, Oyakata-sama…but I’ll humbly accept your gift; I just hope that you and the rest of you family didn’t go to great lengths…”
There are times, shameful times, when he sees Kagaya and Ayame with their children and feels an angry sort of jealousy; a voice in his head whispering ‘unfair unfair unfair’ that they’re all together and happy while his parents are gone. But more often he looks upon them and he just wishes to be apart of their family, no matter how impossible that is.
once seated, kagaya listened for hinaki’s returning footsteps, smiling warmer once they start up. the young girl is carefully holding a folded piece of fabric, the object seeming to be made of some sort of thickly woven netting. she approaches rui first to hand him the gift before returning to kagaya’s side, kneeling beside him and remaining there. the elder rests his hand to hers as a sign of praise before returning his focus to rui.
“we learned from the butterfly estate that you were experiencing negative reactions to the wisteria... so we requested they aid us in designing something that would effectively block out the scent.”
the gift appears to closely resemble a mask that covered the mouth and nose, though the material was thicker. despite that, it was not rough, so it would (hopefully) not irritate rui’s skin when worn. there were two curved laces on the sides of the mask, as well as two strings, so rui could hook them around his ears, or tie the threads behind his head to keep the mask secured. kagaya smiles, hopeful that it would be to rui’s liking. shinobu had offered they make him one as well, but he politely declined. he would not be travelling as much as his slayers would, so he would prefer they make them for other slayers needing it, rather than worry for his seasonal pains.
“if there is something you do not like about it, we can get it fixed, but this should block out the wisteria, as well as any other smells that could effect your health...”
oykta:
oykta:
caterpilrs,
koals,,,,,
bringing this post back cuz i never shared this creation i made with yall
@robustxs said ❛❛ i’m not going to leave. i’ll stay as long as you need me to. ❜❜ || ✢ . ✢
oh dear. kagaya can’t help the laugh that leaves him, gentle and short but enough to be recognized. he’s a bit... overwhelmed, by the fact that gyomei is this insistent to keep him company as his days grow darker. it is to be expected, but maybe he has grown used to the pillars obeying his dismissals, and proceeding with the missions they were assigned. this is new. it is openly welcomed, though.
the curse had spread rapidly by now, and just sitting up became a chore, forcing kagaya to remain in bed at all times. this made eating just as challenging, but even then, moving any muscle grew to the point of being unbearable. yet he did not worry for it, or wish the pain would lessen for his own comfort. he wished for it so that his beloved children would not worry. that is all he wants.
i do not wish for death, i can endure this until my final moments.
“i suppose i can not deny you this, if you truly wish it... but you are free to leave once it is later... i would not want you to wait around my home with nothing to do while i rested.”
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kyoanikis:
The light pressure of the other’s hand on his shoulder grounded him further, making him turn his face towards the other. One of the things Kyōjurō admired about this man was his uncanny ability to…see right through him. It was like every doubt, shred of insecurity and footprint left behind from the harshness of his father was laid out for the other to bear witness to without him ever having to say anything at all. It kept his façade in check, knowing that Oyakata-sama didn’t need him to speak on the things that gave him difficulties.
However, that did not ease the pain that squeezed his heart when he is asked such a question. The other was right, of course, he was troubled. Thought he was not nearly as close with Oyakata as he was with his own mother, of course, the same echoes of dread when her ailment began to truly dig its claws into her surfaced now. The knowledge that Oyakata, too would leave this earth ached in his chest something awful; after all, he was the closest thing to a father Kyōjurō had in a long time.
That…hurt. It hurt so much.
“Ahaha, always observant, I see!” Kyōjurō’s voice waivers ever so slightly and he knows in his bones that Oyakata-sama is being gentle with him, it’s a foreign feeling. “I…”
“It is a matter of worry, that’s all. It’s nothing that will impact my abilities to perform on missions, I promise that.”
being in a position like this makes trust... tricky. not that trust is not easily gained, it comes naturally for some when facing kagaya. it was the trust that kagaya cared for personal worries and doubts, that was the tricky part. and he did care, he was concerned for the emotions and troubles that his slayers went through, but being in such an important spot above them, it made it so that... many were not comfortable sharing. whether it was because they thought it unnecessary to share, that the master would not care for a single hunters thoughts, or because they did not see themselves worthy to even worry him with these thoughts, he was unsure. but either way... it was a pattern he so desperately wished to break.
kagaya kept his hand rested against kyojuro’s shoulder as he thought out his response, expression not altering much from the content smile often coloring his features. stroking his thumb to the fabric of his uniform does he speak up, hoping this could do something to at least sooth this barrier between them. a barrier like a glass wall, needing a simple tap to break, but so delicate that it feels cruel to do so. he takes it upon himself to create that opening.
“young rengoku... i am not thinking of how it will effect your missions... if something is troubling you, i.. i wish to offer what comfort i may, and allow you to speak your mind freely in my presence...”
there’s a pause; kagaya is unsure if he should proceed, or if he would be pushing too far. he chooses to press on, keeping his tone gentle as to not upset the pillar with his insisting.
“... i have noticed that many of my children seem hesitant around me, and will hold their tongue when it comes to the more human qualities they have... i wish for this to become less common... as i want to know what it is that you are feeling, whether it effects your missions or not. so please... if something is bothering you, do not doubt that i am willing to listen.”
