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✿ + Kitaro

@ghosttribedescendant// send a symbol for my muses reaction to yours…

✿ : offering them a flower

“Oh—!”

With a small exclamation, the princess blinked, cheeks coloring prettily as a hand went lightly to her open mouth.

“Oh, Kitaro, it’s lovely… Thank you…!”

Taking the proffered blossom delicately, she twirled it between her fingers, then ducked her head shyly, eyes melting into a smile.

#Anonymous #{ask}#{En Pointe~ ic}#ghosttribedescendant #{undetermined verse}

🤝 + ghosttribedescendant

@ghosttribedescendant || god that OTHER ask im def too lazy to link || open

“ What brings you by the shrine today? ” Kagome was a little confused as to why this kid (maybe? he had an aura of someone much older) wandered into the shrine. Any interruption to her day was welcomed though, the hours seemed to be dragging by and her boredom increased by the second. She only hoped this person was staying for a bit, so she could fulfill her need for human interaction.

#ghosttribedescendant #{ ask and you shall receive | asks }#hi!! i read your rules so please feel free to make a new post #thank you!

“Don’t touch her” kitaro.

@ghosttribedescendant// Send “Don’t touch her/him” to see my muse’s reaction to your muse defending them against a physical threat

“K-Kitaro--!”

A cry of shock as he leapt forward-- her heart had been pounding in fear for herself, but now it jumped frantically in fear for him. How could someone so small be so reckless…?!

“Kitaro, wait!-“

But what could she do to stop him? It wasn’t as if she could turn back time-- all she could do was watch in horror, unable to do anything.

#ghosttribedescendant #{ask}#anon #{En Pointe~ ic}

“shackled” (ghosttribedescendant)

@ghosttribedescendant// My muse has been chained up and left as a sacrifice to a deity or monster.

The princess’s wings were suspended above her head by chains, threaded through an iron hook hammered into the rock behind her.

With every shift and struggle, the manacles almost cut into her wrists, making her wince in pain- the only shackles that would have fit her were almost too small for even her hands.

Why was this happening to her…? All her life, she’d only wanted to help her country; she loved her people, she just wanted to protect everyone…!

But perhaps one too many Raven attacks had taken their toll on even the most resilient of people… After another siege by the black-cloaked worshippers of the Raven had left nearly half an acre of farmland burned and ruined, the people had marched on the palace, intent on dragging her out by force. To her credit, she faced it with all the dignity she could muster- standing straight and graceful as the manacles were clapped around her wrists, not so much as a wince, or a gasp of pain, or a tear.

It was only after they had left, leaving her alone and powerless to escape, that she allowed herself to slump, chains rattling as she started to sob.

It wasn’t fair… It wasn’t fair!

Had she done something wrong, something to deserve this; being left to be pecked to bits by the servants of her father’s greatest enemy..

And what if the crows never came? What if instead, she was simply left to rot, to succumb to starvation or the elements?

She didn’t want to die…!

#ghosttribedescendant #{ask}#{En Pointe~ ic}#{undetermined verse}#hsdf save her kitaro.....#she has done nothing wrong ever in her life

“You made these cupcakes for me?” (ghosttribedescendant)

@ghosttribedescendant // Fluffy/Blushy Sentence Starters

Laughing softly, Tutu put a wing to her mouth, the other folded neatly at her waist.

“Oh, no-- I.. I’m afraid I’d be absolutely terrible at baking… My wings, you know… So I asked one of the cooks to make these for you! I know it’s not quite the same as being homemade, but- well-- I- I hope you like them…”

#ghosttribedescendant #{ask}#{En Pointe~ ic}#{undetermined verse}

“Everyone is so extravagant, I feel underdressed.” (Theghosttribedescendant)

@ghosttribedescendant// At the Royal Ball

“Oh, Kitaro...“

Smiling, Tutu tilted her head, laying a wing gracefully against her chest. “You really needn’t worry-- I think you look just wonderful.”

Admittedly, it had taken a bit of work to locate a set of ball-worthy clothes that would both fit him and be something that he’d actually feel comfortable in-- but castles were nothing if not stocked fully, perhaps even overly so, for nearly every possibility.

“You are my guest, and you have just as much right to attend as anyone else here… Though- um-- Father Eyeball, perhaps it would be wise for you to stay mainly out of sight… Is that alright..?”

#ghosttribedescendant #{ask}#{En Pointe~ ic}

( // ) (theghosttridedescendant)

@ghosttribedescendant// Send me a ( // ) To see a sketch of what I think our characters would look like fused.

They finally have 2 eyes on their face but they’re both on the same side so… still no depth perception

#Anonymous #ghosttribedescendant #{ask}#{I'll Be Your Lucky Girl; mun tag}#{mun art}#i turned the chanchanko into sort of a capelet #and the shoes are sort of #rocking-horse shoe inspired???#that was the best i could come up with as a combination of ballet shoes and geta

“There’s no sense in going out of your way to get somebody to like you" said a voice belonging to a boy who had just offered out his hand to help the winged maiden up. (ghosttribedescendant)

@ghosttribedescendant

“…Eh?”

Quickly raising her head from her knees, Tutu blinked misty, if still fairly tear-filled, blue eyes up at whoever had addressed her.

“O-Oh..! Um–”

Quickly wiping her eyes, she gave the boy a curious look, reaching out a hesitant wing and taking his hand.

“Thank you, but… I- I’m not.. That is to say, I wasn’t…”

Rising to her feet, she tucked a curl of hair and feathers back behind her ear and shook out her skirts, hoping to make it look at least a little bit like she hadn’t just been sitting on the ground crying.

“Who… Who are you..?”