#divincr

[vallablooded]

(So @divincr asked me if she could use the sketch of Orochi that I‘ve showed on Discord a couple weeks ago...and I decided to give her permission! But I also wanted to clean up the sketch and color it. ^^ 

This is so she can use it for an icon.)

[timerighted]

@divincr chooses to smash

          “ hey !! ” morgan reached for orochi’s wrists, tapping her wooden bracelets. “ have you ever tried to BEAT UP someone with these ?? ”

[rxijinto-archived]

listen orochi has a point, less hair means less braiding and i am not one for that

[venomisst]

@divincr​  ✦

                            ❝ Orochi, old friend, I wish to speak to you.  ❞

           The ninja whispered in her friend’s ear, latching onto the diviner’s cloth         && pulling her away from the villager she was conversing with. This         matter was urgent, && she didn’t care for the conversation Orochi         might be having.

                                  ❝ I need... a charm that smells sweet. Is                                           that possible? ❞

[aazamaa-blog]

@divincr

Hey--

Bub.

[clumsiiily-blog]

starter call | @divincr

      sitting alone, in the dark without the camp moving outside, miasu plucked at her flower. another FIGHT tomorrow, with a less than satisfactory outcome. her flower picking was a desperate attempt to make sure everything would be okay, especially for her mother. whenever there was a fight, and her mother would be called out, it always felt like miasu would get gray hairs. examining the final PETAL with a look of determination, she concluded that nothing would happen, but the spots were limited. she hadn’t made it that far in her book to know what that meant, but she assumed it was something along the lines of the outcome being half-bad, and half-good.

      ❝ i wish i didn’t lose my BOOK in that forest, ❞ she whimpered softly, letting the remainders of the flower fall to the floor. gently, she put her cheek in her hands, a look of guilt and almost sadness riddling her face. ❝ there must be another way, i just wanna look into the future. oh gods, please just tell me. i promise i won’t be BAD with the knowledge.” ❞

[fifthnamed-blog]

@divincr

   Saizo vehemently objected to the thought, but Lord Ryoma was an unwavering man once his mind was made. Ordered to take time off for mediation, the Fifth chose his location without discrimination and sat. Knees firmly planted, hands resting on both thighs, he closed his eye and waited. Inner peace was not something he found easily cultivated, though his liege would still push him to try. Yet, did strain not go against the entire point of mediation?

   Frustration began to rise, when footsteps broke his silent struggle.

      “Hmn--?”

[butlerbourne-blog]

@divincr || continued from here.

       “ Loosen up? I think myself loose enough, thank you very much. ”

     Jakob is at the ready to deflect the diviner’s offer, as he would almost anyone else. The concept of affiliating himself with the others more than need be was hardly inviting; as was the concept of drinking in the company of another. From personal experience, Jakob’s only sampled wines intended for being served to the Nohrian royals—nothing he’s ever had on his own, for himself.