#alightly

[swordblossoms-blog]

「 cxx:{}:::::::> 」

Bored out of his mind, he decides to look to Honebami and Namazuo, ignoring everyone else in the room, deciding to mock their brother. ❝ Hello, I’m Ichigo Hitofuri. Awataguchi family? Of course I love them! Hirano, Atsu, Maeda, Akita, Hakata, Midare, Yagen, Namazuo, Honebami, Gokotai, and... ❞ He pretends to look at his hand, as if writing is there, ❝ Na... Na... Nagisa Hazuki? ❞

[unhone-blog]

  “.... Nama. Shut up for a second.” Reeeeaches and briskly ruffles ebony locks, kicks him in the knee. “There.”

[unhone-blog]

furiously pats hone's head!!!!! and then his knee!!! then back to head

 火 ：：    “……” He’s not even bothering to be irate. Still as a statue, the wakizashi remains impassive, idle, blinking monotonously at his frenzied counterpart. This is funny.

“… Thanks, I guess.”

[swordblossoms-blog]

(≧∇≦) & (/□＼*)・゜!!

(≧∇≦) :: What makes the character happy.

There’s lots of things that make Izumi happy, like being needed or depended on. But what definitely makes him happiest is being with the Shinsengumi and his friends. He can’t imagine being happy without them, especially Nagasone. It might sound wrong and rude to the others, but without Nagasone, Izumi isn’t as happy as he could be.

(/□＼*)・゜ :: What makes the character blush.

This ties in with being flustered, to me, so... Yeah.

[atlanatic-blog]

    Deft fingers, light yet foreboding. They are mere, obedient little workers, cruising through cold-cut steel and coolants, the frost of the blade in progress casting an ever-so daunting miasma. She only permits brisk coughs and three second pauses-- if she were to ever hone her forging skills (to be the very best! like no one ever was!) then the sweat and blood and tears absolutely must be worth it!          A breeze leaves her lithe lips, a blow to the baby embers.

                         And so they rise.

      "Did I.... finally do it?!" Surprise manifests into a high-pitched squeal, flinches adding onto her trembling hands. Dear god, let it at least be any sword easier on the eyes.... She prays, tiny frame quivering in the steam, bitter flashbacks to the disappointment of Bowlcut A. Nonetheless, the tantou was still a part of her heart, a reminder of the effort she'd put in. It would do no good to greet her own creation with a frown, now, would it?             Chin up, buttercup! "Um! Good morning! My name is Lana and I guess I will be your new Saniwa? Oh! It must be hot coming out from there so I also got you a glass of water! Also, um..." Trailing off, she's tongue-tied. How exactly do you introduce yourself to a sword??