#houshi-sama

[notpotable]

ranuel replied to your post: “tfw you sort of want to re-watch or even read Inuyasha again for very...”

What sort of specific Miroku angst?

Oh man, like, there are actually a few flavors of angst I’d look for -- good kazaana angst, not knowing if they’ll manage to end Naraku in time; or “whoops I poisoned myself again” and actually have it seem really dire instead of getting benadryl from Kagome (as I assume is what generally happens?); or post-canon fic where being unable to feel pain is actually a detriment to day-to-day life, leading to accidental injury, burns, etc

all the other characters’ various angsts get a lot of overt coverage in canon, but Miroku is so quiet about his feelings that much of his angst is only really touched on obliquely through someone else’s commentary, so it’s much harder to satisfy the itch, if that makes any sense.

(and now the kazaana theme is playing in my head, such a great little bit of music, ahh)

[sorede-ii]

you know one of the things that makes me love miroku a lot more is that when he and sango have kids he does his fair share of the work too. he helps taking the twins on walks to give sango some space, helps with laundry and spends time with his family whenever he can. and it makes me admire him a lot knowing before that whenever he asked a woman to bare his children, he never not once had the intention of letting her do all the work on her own, and that imo makes him a gentleman.

[valcubust-main]

[forgottenbellflower]

houshi-sama replied to your post:OutofSouls: I feel like i bother a good majority...

|| non-sense! You are no bother. Don’t down yourself like that, okay? Anyone who feels this way does not deserve to role play with you. c’: ||

Thank you Houshi-sama. That means a lot to me... I just... feel so sad sometimes when I roleplay. I feel like I'm bugging people regularly.

[timetossedmiko]

the truth that these exercises weakened him. He pushed so much of his energy through her to aid her it zapped him of almost everything he had. His eyes shut, brow wrinkling in strain as sweat began to roll from his brow.

{ 3/3}

   A sigh came from her but she soon relaxed with cursed fingers tangled into her inky tresses. “All right, I’m relaxing,” she murmured and concentrated on that connection, her hands, the flow he mentioned and the monk before her. Soon enough, it was working—or she assumed it did by the warmth she felt and the strength she suddenly gained. However; she felt the sweat upon his brow and the maiden pulled away from Miroku to glare at him. “Hey.. no—we can work on this later, you need to rest. Please?” She’d rather deal with this all later than hurt him and drain him. 

[timetossedmiko]

length of her hair in a silent attempt to reassure her. He was hardly trying anything perverse. "Try and relax. When you are tense it restricts the flow." She was a true beauty as she worked, but he dared not vocalize it. He also kept from her (c)

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[timetossedmiko]

He chuckled, falling silent as he allowed her to concentrate. Midnight hued oculars observed her aggravation, a hand slowly rising as his accursed fingers entangled in his smooth raven hair. He was trying to calm her, only venturing a small (c)

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[timetossedmiko]

He was quiet, focusing his energy flow outwards towards the inexperienced miko. "I want you to channel that energy into your hands." He directed gently. "Focus, and think of it as a flowing river. Guide it." Miroku's voice was gentle, humming almost like a mantra.

    Kagome wanted to tell the monk that all of this sounded so silly. She really didn’t see the point in her having do to all of this when she’ll never put it to use. She was forever bound to the brothel and unless — oh.. she could totally use it for those nasty men that tried sneaking their hands up all the girl’s skirts and maybe even defend herself. The newly discovered miko understood. “All right,” came her murmured reply as she did exactly that—but with much difficulty. It even showed on her face and the aggravation that came with it.