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[shaamans]

moving blogs<3 won't be promoting the new blog, but will be following people from it

[shaamans]

the feminine urge to  ...............  move blogs 

[atrophyd-a-deactivated20230114]

he’s heard people say that sort of phrase dozens of times.     things like “oh, that’s such a blast from the past!” or “that is so old school!” but never really got the chance to say it out loud himself,  most likely afraid of looking nerdy or stupid.  and well,  because he really had noone to share these thoughts with in the future.  yet even now,  in the past,  there was no way he could actually shout that out and not look ridiculous.  it takes takemichi every fiber of his being not to throw himself on the snack stand and exclaim that intestine cakes were so 2000s.  well,  he does throw himself on the stand,  but just stands there,  mouth gaping and finger pressed against the glass separating the onlookers from the steaming hot delicacies.

a silent scream strains his voice.     a little “ahhhhh…” leaves his lips as he slowly turns around to face his friend,  with an expression that was comical at the very least,  retracting his finger from the plexiglass and finally remembering.  oh,  yes,  he was in the past,  so he had to act like this was just normal to him.  think fast,  takemichi!  do it,  do it,  do it!  an awkward chuckle falls off his tongue as he rubs the back of his neck,  clearly bluffing about what had just happened,  pointing over his shoulder.     ❝  y-yeah!  y'see that thing?  totally undercooked!  we shouldn’t buy it,  unless you wanna catch something and end up on the toilet!  pffft!  that’s all!  let’s … dip,  chifuyu!  ❞

@shaamans​ said:  look at that intestine cake!

[shaamans]

i wanna be active, so starter call

[shaamans]

yogenoko​:

[ @shaamans​​ ]   NARUTO   /   STARTER CALL.

‘you haven’t matured at all.’ though his memories have mostly been swallowed by the darkness, he can recall naruto’s incessant yapping as if no years have passed. hokage this, hokage that. sasuke find it just as annoying as he did before. naruto is persistent, sasuke will give him that, but even the most stubborn of fools should know when to admit defeat.

     ‘give up already,’ he says with exaggerated tedium. ‘the darkness is my destiny. you will only make a fool out of yourself if you try to stop me.’

❛   sasuke,     ❜           his name unfolds,     tenebrous in the hollow of his mouth,      like something he had tucked away from the unwelcome glare of the world,      like a bleeding wound that steels his resolve.          ❛    if trying to stop you makes me a fool,      then so be it,      i’m the biggest fool in the world,      but i won’t give up on you !      no matter how much you try pushing me away,      i’m not giving up on you,    ya hear me ?!     ❜      fingers curl into a fist,      as if to seal the promise he had made back in the pink - tinted days of their childhood .

[shaamans]

"You have come to visit me, I see. And you have... Suitcases with you. A lot of them." Ridvan notices, able to connect the dots yet unwillingly so. Yet... There's the small spark of foolish hope... "Are you planning to go on a holiday?"

unprompted * / @hayvani

it was  ...   inspiration,      the type of movie clip montage inspiration that flashes in a blur of voices and colours,    little snippets of a life that could - be  which collide into action !          a collage - type of memory lucien scrapbooked over his heart the moment it appeared in the expanse of his mind.          how could he possibly refuse the life that awaits him :          the clutter of faces moving down ridvan’s hallways,    the laughter over glasses filled to the brim with his special premium wine,    the mornings spent boarded up inside the mansion,     telling each other stories of enlightenment,    retirement,    whatever stage of an adult’s life people of their kind could enter and leave    (  although he assumes ridvan’s archives were   ...   meagre compared to his.   ) .          so it didn’t take him much to pack half his belongings in one go  &  appear in front of ridvan’s door clad in his best attire with a misbaha swinging between his fingers.     

❛   ridvan,     ❜           large hands clasp the other’s face,    and lucien plants three kisses on his cheeks.       ❛    visiting you is always a holiday,    my good friend.    ❜            without waiting for an invitation,     lucien pushes past.          his head cranes skyward  (   like a realtor evaluating a potential investment   )   and he gestures for ridvan to take care of the bags by the door before busying his fingers with the prayer beads.        ❛   i’ll have bảo send the rest of my things later today.    ❜

[shaamans]

bold of you to assume klaus wants lucien's love

unprompted   *  /   @imbalanceofpower

❛   they ask me:     lucien,    why do you do it ?     why be a father when your kids are so ungrateful ?     when they throw back all that kindness you give them and don’t even bother to say thank you ?    ❜     if lucien was water,        then both ridvan and klaus were hydrophobic.      but what was he to do ?        was he to leave his children filthy with the stains of the world ?        with the dirt of their many falls clinging to their designer clothes ?     with black under their nails from the amount of clawing they had to do to just be seen ?       accepted?       loved?       to crawl out of the lonely misfit hole?           he swirls the red in his wine glass — takes a whiff of the aromatic bouquet intricately infused with various blood types,        all legally taken from the blood bank.            ❛     no,    i don’t do it to get anything in return,     we all have flaws,     yeah,     even i   ...    i sometimes forget to send a happy birthday card to bao,     it happens when you’re that old,    occasionally i spend too much time watching cute cat tiktoks and i leave sophie to do all the work,   like i said,    we have flaws,   so i don’t get mad when they imply they hate me,    my reward?     i’m a philanthrope,    just seeing them safe and fed is all i need to make me happy.    ❜

[kitmitsu-a-a]

ridvan had been ignoring his calls, he had left the 'fampires' group chat so many times lucien had stopped counting, and to pour salt over his wound, he was now using a burner phone, one of those old nokias that could break a skull ( he posted him a sparkly wallpaper he found on ebay, but ridvan never sent a thank you letter back ), so what options did lucien have? the screen of his phone shone in the night like a mini - billboard, the words ' I MISS YOU ' running across its length like some 24/7 liquor store ad as lucien pressed it against ridvan's window.

         [  . . .  ] La Hawla Wala Quwwata illa Billah

Ridvan finds himself whisper a prayer as the bright colors stir him from his sleep, the hazy shapes of his surroundings gently falling into focus, parting eyes greeting the view of Lucien clutching onto the manor’s window sills. It was a presence that announced itself far before evidently making itself known, a mightily familiar scent he had picked up on from miles away despite having drifted along in a deep slumber. As result, the Meçkey reluctantly comes to pull the duvet off before dragging himself towards where Lucien was positioned.

Purposefully ignoring the messages had not been act of rebellion, his defiant phase having cut short back in 1510 when Ridvan had been reminded of his own mortality. After all, it only required for him to be buried with head separated if revival was to be prevented. No, he was simply of the opinion their… Love languages, did not align as Lucien would have hoped. Where Lucien loved to endlessly pester him with text messages, Ridvan favored a quieter approach far more. Klaus for example! They barely talked, exchanging words only once maybe twice a year. There was no other adoptive dysfunctional brother he’d prefer.

Nonetheless, his hand comes to open the window and a cold, gloaming autumn’s breeze wafts through, curtains billowing as result in the whisking wind. Ridvan briefly wonders if the night in which Lucien had found him bore such an eerie resemblance, the very one in which he was dug up below that crescent moon: full of promises that after years he would come to welcome dawn again. And he did, that time in the presence of a warm home and a loving father, one perhaps not bound by blood but by something which was much more significant in a child’s life - something he had never been given: unconditional love.

“ Come inside, it’s cold out there. ”

@shaamans / for ridvan, unprompted

[shaamans]

♡  :    @jikangai​

❛   ne,  ne,  nanamichin,  we  should  get  geto  and  gojo  senpai  a  souvenir  !    ❜       bright  with  post - mission  adrenaline,    practically  thrumming  with  energy,    yu  haibara  is  a  treasure  trove  of  ideas.      excitement  kisses  his  back  straight  as  he  swivels  on  his  heel  to  block  nanami’s  path.      ❛   how  about  some  . . .   (   a  pause  to  allow  his  mind  to  wander  before  his  fingers  snap  to  lighten  the  bulb  above  his  head   )  . . .  a  box  of  premium  daifuku  !   ❜

[shaamans]

i am seized,           with a sadness and longing that lingers .

GOJŌ NO YOSHITSUNE,         the removed.           born when curses ran amok,         he is the disgrace the gojō clan tried completely wiping off their  records.            a bastard legitimised then exiled for his alleged affiliation with curses.          the annals of history cast him in darkness,         shroud him in mystery;            some believe he aspired to seize control over the newly established order in an era that desparately needed one.         others claimed an escalated series of squabbles and an expertly executed set-up pushed him into the spotlight of vainglory and arrogance.          a six-eyes user blinded by a thirst for power?      or blinded by the tender light of love in a world devoid of it?          one thing remains a constant in all iterations of his story,          whenever butterflies begin to migrate,       yoshitsune is on the move.   

NAME:   gojō no yoshitsune;  AGE:   verse dependent;  SPECIES:   human ( past );   vengeful spirit ( present ); AFFILIATION:   kenjaku ( past );  unknown ( present );  ABILITIES:    yoshitsune possesses immense curse energy,     which manifests physically due to its sheer power in the form of butterflies  (  legends would later misconstrue this and claim the butterflies were the souls of his slain enemies which were unable to pass away  ).       as a member of the gojō clan,          he has inherited both the six-eyes and limitless,       the latter of which he never bothered to fully develop.      his preferred fighting style is kenjutsu.       his katana is a cursed tool he himself developed.  BRIEF HISTORY:    born a bastard and legitimised solely for the techniques he inherited,      yoshitsune never felt like he truly belonged anywhere.      the jujutsu system was still in its infancy and he was viewed more so as a weapon and a leverage than as a person,   especially taking into consideration the many disasters that dotted the heian era,    a perfect breeding ground for curses.      little is known of his childhood,    but one notable experience was his encounter of kenjaku,     which quickly grew into friendship.       whether influenced by kenjaku or not remains unknown,     but some of yoshitsune’s ideas put him at odds with his family and sorcerers in general.    however,   due to his strength,      execution was impossible,   so instead the higher ups exiled him.

[shaamans]

i have been summoned, about to drop my best yet oc on y'all

[shaamans]

i wanna be active, so starter call

[gelatomoon]

and while my dreams made music in the night carefully, i was going to live

[shaamans]

Barges in, breaking the door, 'YEAHHHH HAHAAHHAHAHAHHAA'

     the room’s a snug pocket of comfort he’s made his own :        the flicker of candlelight,   the folded green and black haori on the bed  (  a reminder of domesticity he can’t afford to forget  ) ,      and him   –    cheek pressed against the open notebook,      a pool of drool turning his inked words into shadows across the page.          behind closed lids he’s wrestling reality on steroids :      sharp – toothed,     fork – tongued,     horn – armed sputters of colour and voices clashing against his sword,     he’s clutching a liquid handle that leaves him with nothing but a fist of air which he nests inside something too warm and sticky and dark,    so when the door flies off its hinges and lands a shy two feet away from him,       tanjiro can’t quite tell what is real and what a residue of sleep.      instincts push him onto his feet and his voice,      drowsy and thick,      lags afterwards  –     ‘   inosuke?   ’    there’s a blink,       and another,       as if he was trying to focus the bare – chested,       loud – mouthed darwinian mistake in front of him.       ‘    oh ,      i see,    ’      his verdict comes with little explanation beyond the warm smile,      followed by a chuckle of understanding,     almost like there was a revelation only boys their age could share.      ‘   you must’ve thought this was the bathroom in your hurry!   hehe,    this is my room,   silly,   bathroom’s down the hall,   i can show you  -   ’               *  /    @ybani 

[nayrudo]

               on the deep spring days and freezing days of snow, i want to spend every moment of every day with you. these dyeing colors will continue ever onward to see a landscape that no one has ever seen before.  ⧸   PRIVATE NARUTO UZUMAKI. adored by cass. ☆  !!  ©

[shaamans]

[ manipulates u all into following @yogenoko ]