#gaticrituras

[hercaprice]

@gaticrituras ( tengen uzui ) ; starter call //

‘ it’s been a while since we last had you as a resident in the butterfly manor, but from what i’ve heard, it looks like it might be one of your last as well. ‘

[alcoholtm--a]

@gaticrituras​

Inosuke: I HOPE YOUR EVENING SUCKS!!!

     who was that? the wind? must have been.

[ofspy]

@gaticrituras​

“                    Yor,   I    think    we   should   go   on   a   date.   I    personally    think   spending   some    time  together    would   do    us    some    good.    What   do    you   think?   Is   there   anywhere    you    want    to   go,   or   go    see?” 

[viciousbite]

@gaticrituras​ asked: “OI CHIHUAHUA MEET ME AT THE EDGE OF THE ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT” [ from Tengen to Sanemi ]

“WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I?!” Sanemi yelled back before the man would manage to run off on him. That stupid damn nickname, he will strangle him one day for it. And entertainment district? Why the hell would he go there with Tengen? Surely not for-- Oh wait, that was the Sound Hashira’s patrolling area, that must be why. The idea was both intriguing and like an idea he really should cancel and ignore like he never heard the man.

As much as he felt like bailing on the man, Sanemi ended up showing up at the edge of the district. Face as intense, as always, as he glared into the distance with his arms crossed against his chest while he waited the taller man to show up. Stupid Tengen and his stupid ideas. Was Sanemi dressed up any different? No, he looked as rough as ever with his corps uniform with his chest for all to see. 

“Which fucking edge did he want to--..” He cursed to himself before he impatiently walked around, and he finally spotted the flashy form of the Sound Hashira. “Oi Oi...! Why the hell did you call me here? For dinner or some shit?” The last question was said in a way like Sanemi did not take it seriously at all, a joke. “Or did you finally decide to ask my help to slaughter a demon?” That sounded more reasonable. 

[truexman]

@gaticrituras​ [ FG vc: but ]

“No buts.”

[victoryclaimed]

gaticrituras for any muse who wants affection

                                "mhm." she reaches out to pat the others' head, ruffling their hair. 

[iiryoku]

* @gaticrituras​ clicked ♡ for a small starter.

   ❝ Natsuyo-san, I really want to thank you and Suguru for taking such great care of my brother. I know he isn’t always the easiest to deal with, but it makes me happy to know that he got friends like you and Suguru-san, ❞

Yuki spoke with warmth coating his voice as he smiled towards the other teen’s general direction, making it clear that those words came from the heart. It was something that he had wanted to say for a while, but had never really found the right moment to do so, but as they relaxed on the wooden bench, with the warm rays from the sun gracing their skin, it felt right. Especially as he heard Satoru laugh in the distance undoubtedly due to something Suguru had said.

   ❝ I must admit, I was a little nervous about that my brother maybe wouldn’t allow anyone close, but I got so happy, when that wasn’t the case. And you’re all such kind and amazing people. ❞

[kyukicho]

@gaticrituras​

The small temple is all a bustle. Worshippers shuffling this way and that as they clean and tidy up the décor. Plants pruned, flowers arranged, statues dusted. No spot left unturned. Douma had everyone putting in effort for the coming visitor.

The demon himself has been preparing all morning. Making grand sculptures out of ice with his powers; flowers, swans, archways, and the centerpiece of them all, a magnificently large statue of the guest of honor himself. Lord Muzan was sure to love it. He was convinced!

With everything as it should be, Douma waited in the main hall. Practically bouncing in his plush seat for his guest to arrive.

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