#kiruge

[blackcuttingmoon]

kiruge ha respondido a tu publicación:((Pfffffffff checking the kanjis of that picture,...

[ the last line is like ’ don’t you start thinking too much about it ’. in other words grimmjow’s acting jealous/suspicious snort ]

((Thanks for the correction! <3<3<3))

[hassenmarred]

❛ fuckin’ nerd ❜ for both quilge and ryuuken

Quilge

how my muse clicked with yours : immediately┆almost right away┆slowly (pre-desertion)┆after several interactions┆they haven’t (post-desertion)a thought my muse has about yours : ‘That guy’s a fuckin’ enigma.’a strange thought my muse has about yours : ‘If he was a bird, what kind of bird would he be, I wonder?’a thread/plot i’d like for our muses : ????? Idk i dont do this plotting stuff but i’m always up for ideas.

Ryuuken

how my muse clicked with yours : immediately┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t a thought my muse has about yours : ‘Wonder what color his wings would be...’a strange thought my muse has about yours : ‘A beautiful sight, a wonderful night, walking in a winder ryuuken~’a thread/plot i’d like for our muses : Sven helps Ryuuken achieve Vollstandig.    

[uraharashouten]

( continued from / inspired by x )

@kiruge

A ghost, or a memory, or a ghost of a memory -- what was it that haunted him this night? It was double vision in hindsight, that’s what it was: the echoes of a long-buried past, surfacing in light of more recent events.

He couldn’t really be there, the ghost on the windowsill. Yet he was present and real enough to cause discomfort, closer than the ersatz skin worn by the shinigami masquerading as shopkeeper. An assumed identity, so harmless and innocent compared to those he’d worn in the past, such as the one called: Corps Commander of the Detention Unit of the Onmitsukidō.  The most troublesome, though, was a prior position that had held no name at all, merely strategic importance to the realm of the Soul Society. One that had required skills of stealth and deadly swiftness. An eradication unit. Subsequently, the Maggot’s Nest had struck him as a bastion of luxury and mercy compared to the crimson, dripping justice meted out by the young blond soldier and his assassins upon the clan known as the Quincies. For if nothing else, deserters and dangerous elements among the shinigami were allowed to live.

It had been war, and he’d answered the call to arms in service to the Soul King; that was all. It was merely a question of loyalties, and the importance of restoring balance. They were under attack; what else to do but fight back? Well, there was always negotiation. It had been tried, and it had failed, and those who decided for the rest had decided to pull the weeds up by the roots in a final and drastic purge.  And he had been there, pulling weeds alongside the others.

He’d caught the ghost -- or rather, its owner -- pulling weeds when they had met. It was a nauseating, dismal process to witness. The methods were different, perhaps, but the principle was uncomfortably familiar. Preemptive strike. Retaliation preceding attack. Eliminate the threat. But don’t destroy everything, oh no, not everything, because some things may prove useful. Some things provide raw materials or knowledge to be gained --

Some things ought not to be thought of as things.

He was hit again with a wave of nausea at poisoned words flung back at him. Borrowed from his own mind as they may be, they were self-condemning and vile. Goddammit. It was going to be one of those nights again.

“They say loyalty is a virtue, and justice is blind. But when loyalty is blind, it’s neither virtuous nor just.” He let out a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please go away.”

[tisamikia-blog]

Kiruge | Starter

            Pointed. Kurama narrowed those sharp corned pools of his as he stared at the round fixtures across the bridge of the other's nose. What in the hell irritated him so much about this one? Even his tails seemed to make light of his first impression annoyance. Perhaps it was the way his lips curled, the jut of his jaw, hell it could even be the bow of his nose for all he knew right now. Either way, he felt like he was staring down the proverbial demonic essence of a goblin. Though he didn't know goblins were meant to be somewhat attractive decent appearing.

❝ Th' fuck kind'a get up is that? I'd ask ya why you're starin' me down, but fuck if I know if y' are behind them weird glasses. ❞ Foul mouthed as he always was, there was no filtering his language-- he kept his arm slid into the side of his open kimono to show at least some sign of being less than hostile. (When in all reality, he was cautiously grating his claws together beneath the shroud of clothing.)

[izuru-ru]

❀ ✿

Send me a ❀ for a fact about the muse and a ✿ for a fact about the mun.

@kiruge

Muse: Wishes that he remembered all those dancing lessons from his childhood. Certainly they could come in handy in his adult life.

Mun: Has had a glass of wine and is just So Happy that the new star trek movie is coming out soon because he hadnt been paying attention and then saw a trailer today and idgaf i am a trekkie 4 lyfe

[vrsnipermodcl-blog]

kiruge started following you

 “Ah, it is you again. “