#cursedprovidence

[ryogai]

@cursedprovidence​ replied to your post: “Do I even want to know what is happening this...

“That’s a resounding… Probably not.” ~Wunna

“Oh! Welcome back, Wunna~. How have you been?”

[fateswept]

@cursedprovidence​ replied to your post: “OMG? DID ANYONE MISS ME~?” VITCH GET OUT.

Seimei vc: “I missed, but my aim is getting better.”

“YOU!”

Vitch’s unbridled rage unrevealed the bud of fury towards the other kitsune. The chinese cladded fox snaps her fan in name. Seimei. Seimei. Seimei. SEIMEI. SEIMEI-.

Murder him. Kill him.

MAKE HIM SUFFER WHAT YOU WENT THOUGH.

“What are you doing here? Be glad that I only do one job at a time~, otherwise, I would have sliced you into pieces.”

[solisnumen]

@cursedprovidence​ said: ❝ your mind games don’t work on me. ❞ - from Seimei of course (On one hand, I couldn't help myself, I'm sorry. On the other hand,,, I'm not, I'm so really not sorry.)

   He who took away her happiness. He who humiliated her before the whole court. He who led her story to end in tragedy. The man who she hated just as much as she hated her original self, no, even her original self could step down as bitterness coated her tongue at the sight of onmyoji. She could still remember themoment he entered the court and exposed her before everyone as she did her best to hide her ears, trying to find a way to cure her beloved. It wasn’t her fault he fell sick, but her ears... the signified a youkai. And what would people do? Fear, pursue, kill. She was so happy, but hehad to come and end it all. Bitterness, hatred, flaming disgust. It was impossible to keep her face straight, he was her enemy, he was her downfall, he was everything she wanted to destroy. 

   “I don’t need to use mind games to tell you to disappear and die, Abe-no-Seimei,” the woman threatened, standing with her golden gaze sharp and cold. She was the personification of the Sun, but only little number of people knew the actual truth. The youkai felt felt how she started to tap her finger against her arm as she crossed her hands below her chest, showing with ehr stnce that he was approaching a predator who was ready to kill. She hated him, she despised him so much that she’d take Di Xin’s kiss once more instead of talking to this onmyoji. “Get out of my sight, pest. I have no desire to even look at you. Be wise and never appear before me.”

   If Master were to see the burning anger in her eyes, they’d be afraid. The Fox was not just a girl with a bubly personality. She was still so much more than that. She could’ve killed him, this man. But she never did, because it was not her desire when she was back in court. Tamamo wanted to be happy with the man she loved, a man who loved her as well and people who respect her knowledge that she was giving away. He was her karma for all the sins she’d commited, but it didn’t matter. Abe no Seimei was her enemy, he was everything she wanted to destroy from her past.

[lybian-glass]

@cursedprovidence​

“Sei-k-I mean Seimei?” She didn't want to call out his nickname out in the open but she wanted his attention. The only problem was that she was bad at just saying she wanted it.

[inkingpainter]

@cursedprovidence replied to your post: > Checks Hokusai’s strength > It’s ranked D...

“That’s what magic is for.” ~Seimei

“Jealous here...At least you can use something when that happens.”

[draconicmatriarch]

@cursedprovidence​ continued from here

In the world of dragon, the usual tales had reversed with humans being the enemy and dragons often the tragic hero. The names of names of dragonslayers were spoken with poison: Susano-o, Tristan, Beowulf, Saint George, Heracles, and of course, Siegfried. And she was summoned in the midst of many of them. Chaldea was like a lair full of her enemies.

Kia's body tensed, like a coiled spring, hackles up, ears twinging. When did he sneak up on her? She had let her senses be dulled. Not helped by the strangest smell the man emanated. Both human and dragon– yet not a halfling.

It would be impolite not to answer. “It was a bequeathal from my father, Lord Fafnir. He forged the tip from his own claw and the shaft from the wood of a great mana tree in the style of the The Old World.” That Old World being Scandinavia. Despite her clothed in Japanese attire, the spear was of Nordic style.

[ryogai]

"In honour of one of our strongest sabers, I recommend Sir Pounce-A-Lot.... Or Dame Pounce-A-Lot if it's a girl" ~Wunna

“Sir Pounce-A-Lot? Is that based off Sir Lancelot, Wunna? It’s pretty clever..”

[inkingpainter]

Hokusai: My best friend Seimei is on a cruise so while he is gone I am gonna cut off the sleeves off of my shirts.

D'Eon: Why?

Hokusai: He is pretty much 85% of my impulse control.