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[heshikiru]

Date Masamune x Quatro Gats 2017

3/11, the anniversary of the devestating Tohoku Earthquake in Japan is coming up. In memory of that and to raise money for the still-ongoing reconstruction efforts, Japanese leather company Quatro Gats is collaborating with Date Masamune, the 16th century warlord who administered over the affected region. Masamune was known for, amongst other feats, his rocking fashion sense.

So they decided to come out with a limited edition line of wallets featuring the signature pattern of Masamune's legendary "Murasakiji Raseita Goshoku Ransei" (紫地羅背板五色乱星) which roughly translates to the "Purple Land Thin Felt Five Colored Wild Star" pattern. Which looked something like this: 

Now picture an actual warlord wearing this in the 16th century.

All in all, it's a really gorgeous display of historical fashion and fusion with modern design, all for a great cause, and I find it really quaint that the Tohoku Dragon's flashy tastes are still helping out his people to this day. And that's super cool.

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[heshikiru]

HI UM. I'm sorry for the bother! I don't really have a request, just a question? I can't be really coherent right now but point is I got Souza Samonji as a drop today, and whenever I get a new sword I like finding out what I can about them. So after some reading and stuff I've come to feel really terrible about even having him as one of my swords and I'm wondering if I should...let him break? He just seems so hurt. I don't want to see him get destroyed but, yeah. Sorry again for the bother!

Sorry for the late response, I haven’t been on tumblr much lately, and I’m not sure if I consider myself an authority on this lol but I’m happy that you liked the post enough to ask!!

Well, first and foremost, I feel that… At the end of the day, Touken Ranbu is a game, and gameplay decisions shouldn’t have moral ramifications. Different people have different play styles- some maximized for efficiency, others along with a plot in their heads, things like that. And that’s all based on what you like to do personally and doesn’t really too much of a moral statement. In a very story-focused lens, the gameplay mechanisms of dismantling or refining swords could be interpreted as very savage. But because of gameplay restraints (we don’t have unlimited spaces for swords in our ranks) it would be very difficult to play without having ever dismantled or refined a single extra sword. And dismantling or refining a sword doesn’t make you any worse of a saniwa because, well, it’s a game. It’s the same with people’s choice in swords for their teams: some may look at it very strategically, seeking the swords with the best stats for the battle; others may simply want to play with their favorite characters in their squad. There’s really no moral judgements or differences here. 

So to put it simply, my answer would be do what you want. It’s your game and it’s not like it really has any moral ramifications on you if you do want to use Souza (ngl Souza is in my #1 team myself lol). Don’t feel bad about it if you do want to keep him, but if you want to break or dismantle him for whatever reasons, then go ahead. There’s no should or shouldn’t here. 

If we’re going to look at this through a more story-focused in-canon lens then, personally, I like to believe that the way that the swords’ lines and attitudes in the game reflect their starting personality, they way the feel and act when they first come into being, persay. A base characterization. (Beyond those lines in the game, we don’t get too much of an idea of what they’re like after all.) And in fanworks or headcanons and such, we build upon that base and expand on their characterization. Different treatments from different saniwas can have an effect on how their character develops in their time, although it can’t possibly be tracked in game so this is usually through fanwork. But say, callous treatment from a cruel saniwa who really does just want Souza as an ornament would cause him to spiral much more into negativity. Meanwhile, a kind saniwa who surrounde him and gives him support to recover from the things that have hurt him would have a much more positive effect on him. 

So if you want some consolation, then you can surely picture that image of Souza gaining more and more confidence and becoming happier with the support of his brothers, his comrades, and his new master. :) Personally, that’s what I do. 

Sorry this got so long lol but those are just my thoughts. All in all, don’t feel bad for your gameplay choices, and do whatever you want, it’s just a game! ; w ; Thanks for asking, anon!!

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trying out something new (and kind of lazy lol)

started a microfic twitter, gonna see how it goes :) 

mainly touken ranbu fic right now, but we’ll see how it goes

[caciturnity]

Where the Light Won’t Find You - Ch1

The trailer's been out for about two days, and I've already written fic. My depravity knows no ends.

Fire Emblem If, fanfiction.

Marx/f!Kamui

Word count: 1304

Notes: Psuedo-incest, speculation fic

Speculation fic written after the release of the 2nd FE:If trailer.

The maids had picked out a beautiful dress for her; white silk and crimson chiffon, the same colors as Hoshido’s banner, as a sign of goodwill. Instead, Kamui dons a full set of armor and a cape as dark as night. She watches the stony set of her features in the mirror, and refuses to go smilingly. If they must take her, she will make sure that it is a conquest and not a homecoming.

AO3

[heshikiru]

19, iwatooshi and (tall?) imanotsurugi

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were @rikyunn

When you came to me, I was wild. Teeth gnashing, claws sharp, hair like a beast. A demon, they called me, just like my master. A demon who had tasted the steel of nearly a thousand blades. Who had crushed them as easily as one would kill a fly. 

You were taller back then, you know. (Don’t protest, you’re a tiny little fry now. We all know it.) You were sky and summit forged in copper and iron, given shape by the Gods themselves. I had seen nine hundred swords, I had sank my fangs into them and ripped them apart. But when we clashed, you were strength without malice. You were the sting of cold air after the first snow. 

(No, not literally of course. It’s a metaphor, kid. Me-ta-phor. Geez.)

We fought. With our masters at our sides, we fought, and we didn’t care if the wind howled, the bridge creaked, if the land crumbled around us or the rivers rose up to swallow us whole. You flew like a bird and I was strong as a mountain. I could have fought you till the end of the world. Hell, it felt like the end of the world. Existence, history, time, all of it had reached its highest point right here on Goyo Bridge. 

(Yeah, don’t even think about it. If we tried it right now I’d just kick your ass. Sit back down, kid.)

But you know what? I lost. My master and I lost, and as we knelt before you in defeat, the burn of shame felt no more painful than the sting of strong drink as it goes down the throat. I’d still lose to you afterwards, many times. In the fight, and in other ways as well. (Don’t ask what ways, it’s not my fault you don’t remember.) It was never open surrender, but you always have had a knack of getting your way. 

And as we stared each other down on that bridge that no longer exists, in this moment that happened so long ago, you did not reach your hand out to me because you knew I didn’t need it.With eyes like rising suns, you smiled and spoke to me.

(You’ve fallen asleep already, so you’ll never hear the end of this story. But I’ll keep telling it anyways.)

"Stand by me, Iwatooshi." You said.

And damn well I did. 

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3. things you said too quietly, mitsutada and hasebe 

for invisibear, slight gore warning

Is it bad that i know the feeling of your shoulderblades probably better than anyone else on this earth? I've felt their ridge every time we press back to back, convinced of our mortality but not ready to die. The times I smelt the sweat and sulfur and the grit blood that sticks to your skin so hot and rough that it feels like sandpaper sharkskin ready to cut a man open if they so much as touched you. 

And I know that bony cliff of your shoulder when blinded by heathaze and too hurt to walk, and you've carried me back from the edge so many times, just as I've dragged you by the hair. I've seen the insides of you more times than any lover, sewed them up more times too. 

But there's also the curve of your arm, the way it hooks into mine, and our fists hit against one another. Brick and steel. Unmovable. Unbreakable. 

"Watch my back," you say, striding onto the frontlines, and with the angle of the sun, you're almost blinding.

"Stop being so damn cool," I say, and you're not supposed to hear, but you do.

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16, imahana ;)

things you said with no space between us

oh god i am so out of practice with imahana i apologize in advance 

gore warning kinda

these really are not coherent pieces i’m just trying to convey a color or a feeling rather than any actual series of events i don’t know?

And there we lay, post-bellum. Broken bone against broken bone, raw wound against raw wound, exhausted with the effort of tearing one another apart. The open cavity of your ribs interlocked with the notches of my spine, and the sky hung high above our heads like god’s grand guillotine. And when I told you I was tired you said you were tired too, and that my hair was soft like flowers, and that the years had drained like the slow soak of spilled wine down a metal kitchen sink. I told you I was done and you said, “I’ve known you for too long to believe that for even a second.” And we lay there until our skeletons bleached and our skin withered like the dried petals of that one bouquet you’d bought me, so many years ago.