#mugennoiro

[kyotoseance]

CHERRY BLOSSOM → A rooftop bar with twinkling fairy lights. (from nanami hehehe)

𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 — always accepting!

THE BAR ROOFTOP was relatively quiet, save for the idle chatter of nearby inhabitants either looking to take the edge off or just for some form of relaxation; Utahime was here for both. She needed the break from the constant chaos, the headaches, the stress that came with being a teacher.

The fairy lights were a calming scenery, a distraction from all the dark and dense pressure of witnessing bleeding corpses or curses gnawing on flesh and bone.

Ice clinked against the glass that was only filled half-way with some sort of American drink—probably brandy. Something strong as if she desire to clear the fog in her head was present.

"I'm glad we finally get to hang out," the condensation made her fingers wet. A sensation she hated despite drinking for as long as she can remember. It made her cringe and she was quick to set the glass down then wipe her hand against her pants to rid of it. "Better than meeting under worse circumstances—How've you been?"

[logosmanteia]

✶ · ⊰ @mugennoiro ⊱ · ✶

They were supposed to be getting drunk right about now, lightly celebrating yet another successful mission. Instead, they were scrambling through the streets, Fenriz' arm snug around his team mate's waist to drag him along, all while suffering from a plethora of injuries and the miasma of the wastes. They needed medical attention. And fast. HQ was still a little too far off, he knew, but then again, that left Alice… Just the memory of her shrill voice set his teeth on edge.  As Fenriz briefly considered carrying his friend, Verglas, and trying to make a mad dash back to the Cleaner's base, he caught glimpse of a neon flash in his peripheral. The sign to a small, out of the way clinic; one he'd heard of in passing, but always skirted around due to already having formal connections. He shuffled on his feet, contemplating his next course of action, but Verglas' wan complexion and groan of pain cemented the decision to hurry into the Hertz Clinic. As quiet washed over the pair, Fenriz breathed a sigh of relief, only for a warbled ❛ oh, fuck— ❜ to slip out once he registered the blood his buddy was dripping on the floor. Whipping his head around, he finally registered Neela's presence. ❝ He got knocked around pretty good, ❞ he dived in immediately, wasting no time now in bringing his team mate closer to the nurse. Fenriz winced at the combo of his friend's noises and his own flare up of pain, but he ignored the latter for now. ❝ Not by any sorta' trash beast, mind you, but a storm. You'd think it had a grudge, the way he kept getting pelted by shit. Lost his mask too, so there's some nasty garbage whirling around in there… ❞ He paused then, eyeing Neela warily and hoping this was the right choice. ❝ Can you help with that? Or do we need to hustle on out down the way to the screamer? ❞

[localcryptidmuses]

@mugennoiro ♥'d for a starter

instant perking up turned to shy fidgeting almost immediately. "Oh..! Rudo! You're not too busy for Amo, are you? Amo wanted to see Rudo..."

[kaercu]

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@mugennoiro

chiyo and yuki... wamen... asdfg but seriously, i'd love to see how a dynamic between them would play out. yuki shirks her responsibilities as a sorcerer, yeah, but chiyo can respect not wanting to be controlled by the elders when you want to pursue research that could lead to something good. it's that thing of like... like satoru, yuki has this obligation that comes with being strong, but yuki keeps herself relatively free of that obligation. she chooses to ignore it. and chiyo really can't blame her. but that's maybe beside the point :' )) i just think their personalities would be really fun against each other tbh! yuki would fluster her and stress her out but in a good way. mostly :)

i also need chiyo to bond with utahime over their upbringings around temple culture... and i need them to hold hands teehee <3 i do see their personalities being compatible in the way that she's softer and more merciful than satoru, but she still has that habit of being a lil gremlin when she wants to be. i think it would be really fun to see how that plays out! maybe even a lil polyship with satoru while we're at it

[kisumitenderly]

❛ If you keep standing that close, I’m going to assume you want something. ❜ (from Kento)

Kisumi knew that he sometimes invaded others spaces. Well he found that it wasn’t so much he was encroaching, it’s more like different people had vastly different perspectives on what was considered their personal sphere of space. Some had a thin coating around them where others such as Kento preferred a large berth.

Best to keep that in mind, but he would probably forget. Kisumi was afterall the former, one with just a sliver of space and he was comfortable. Especially around those he was familiar with.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” He had to ask. Was it a preference or was it simply putting him on guard. Learning even the little stuff could be beneficial for a partnership. “And of course I want something, doesn’t everyone? Currently, I want a Vietnamese iced coffee, someone to step on my spine, and a slice of cake. Chocolate. What about you?”

@mugennoiro ———🩷🩷🩷

[2econdlead]

verse: jjk. setting: rainy days. featuring: shoko + kento, @mugennoiro

"seeing it a second time doesn't make that shirt any less ridiculous." she breathes out a laugh as she steps past the threshold, take out bags in hand. "i went to the place you were talking about a couple weeks ago since it's close by." shoko hands them over as she toes off her shoes and shirks her rain jacket, dripping and slick from the wet outside. "unless you were secretly hoping for more convenience store ramen. i can make you the shoko special." she teases.

[xfthemist]

|| A Few Various Sentence Starters | @mugennoiro asked for Nanami: ❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞

The truth, no matter how much he had omitted, was still hard to hear after trying to convince herself for so long that she had the upper hand and would be able to change the way things were. Despite the circumstances she still appreciated that Nanami was reliable and grounded more than most. Of course reassimilation wasn't in her cards, the elders wouldn't just turn a blind eye after raising hell at the skin of her heels years before. Who knows what they've said and agreed upon in between that time and now. Maybe if the fates favored her for the better those old farts would keel over the moment she was announced on property, but of course she couldn't control her luck and misfortune the way she wanted.

"I know I put on this air of having it all together like I'm sitting in the lap of luxury but..." Her head straightened forward to look out across the Shinobazu pond, the dormant summer lotuses easily overlooked by the blooming cherry blossoms with their soft pink and white hues even in the dimming light of dusk. Ueno park was her current safeplace to try to relax and unwind with its healthy seasonal rotation of scenic nature and rich roots of history--a perfect spot to sit and talk with an old friend free of judgement and prying eyes. And even despite all of those peaceful attributes, Kasumi trembled ever so slightly.

"...I've never felt so miserable and lonely."

[jinseiborn]

brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. (for Nobara from Yuji. Maybe he made meatballs for her ;u;)

@mugennoiro via [ x ] still accepting!

薔薇__Getting all mad about it wouldn't stop this guy from being... whatever the hell this was. Domestic? Probably just really independent - you'd have to learn some stuff about not starving if you basically lived alone. "Said I was fine, yanno. I already got patched up, see?"

Hoisting a sleeve far enough up her arm to display the distinct lack of a hole in the flesh, where several of her own nails had previously been driven to buy their resident bus enough time to isekai the enemy to hell. ...oh, yeah, the killing people, thing. She hadn't known what he wanted to hear, not that she was good at that kind of crap, so she hadn't said much of anything - not because she ever wanted the idiot to look that miserable, not because she thought he'd ever think less of her for whatever, but because she figured he wouldn't feel better, either way she answered.

"Was way worse to see Fushiguro laying in a pool of his own spit-up. Gross, right?"

Who wanted to think about any of that, though? Free meatballs! So despite her bitching, she'd accept the offerings as though she was truly owed something, here.