#mushinomai

[amaiai]

@mushinomai s.c

"You   know   ....."   index   finger   tapped   at   her   chin   while   a   thoughtful   hum   emanated   from   glossed   lips. 

 "We   should   have   a   girls   day!   Just   you   and   me!   Don'tcha   think   the   two   of   us   deserve   a   nice   break?   A   change   of   pace?   Because   I   sure   do!"

[gunbreathe-a]

@mushinomai asked:

" Where you're going? "

he had to keep a cool head, he couldn't just go barking out of the mouth to someone who's a hashira, even though he wanted to. he was done with his rehabilitation, what more do these people want from him?

"i'm going out, i can't stay cooped up anymore," not in this stuffy place where the tenants were loud and obnoxious.

[fedua1era]

Starter for @mushinomai

Bankotsu’s eyes swept the room, noting the flicker of neon against slick hair and sequins, the careless laughter that smelled of alcohol and overconfidence. He could feel the tension under the surface, the kind of tension that always spelled trouble. His blue eyes had been tracking a male for a while who had been hovering too close to a group of girls and their drinks at the bar. Finally the stranger was leaning too close, hand hovering over the woman’s glass and a quick slide, a flick, almost invisible to everyone else, but not to him. The ravenette finally had justifiable cause to take action witnessing the man spiking the drink as the woman tilted her head, laughing at a joke that didn’t reach her eyes, her attention elsewhere. The man smirked, thinking the darkness of the music masked his treachery. 

The biker pushed off the wall, moving with deliberate weight, each step measured yet impossibly fast. The crowd parted instinctively as he didn’t need to shout or shove. Presence alone carried centuries of unspoken warning as everyone knew who he was, the leader of the Band of Seven. The club’s lights sliced across his face, shadows catching the hard planes of his jaw, and the man finally sensed him. “Enough.” The word was low, a growl under the music, carrying the promise of consequences without needing to explain. The man froze, eyes wide as he had no idea what he was up against.

Bankotsu’s hand seized the glass, tipping it into the floor with a controlled strength that left no room for protest. Predators were easy to spot when someone else was watching, someone who had learned to read intent in the flash of an eye, the twitch of a hand. The man backed away, heart pounding, mind grasping at excuses that didn’t matter. Bankotsu studied him a moment longer, a predator sizing a weak opponent, before turning back to scan the room. This world was loud, chaotic, and full of shadows wearing new faces, but the rules hadn’t changed. “The drink was spiked.”

[bodisattva]

looks at you, with my big autistic eyes and unsettling things to say i mean, i kinda know but like 💗

Send me a 💗, and I'll ramble about ship dynamics. - Accepting!

Ah, Douma and Shinobu. They thought to just play around! They danced around one another a little too much. Got a little too close, until it wasn't a game anymore. And now they developed something just beyond their understanding, something they can't really name-- something they won't name, because that means acknowledging it.

For Douma, it's a metaphorical dam break moment. From feeling nothing at all, to drowning in something he has very little understanding of. It's overwhelming, sweeping him off his feet.

Yet he doesn't know what to do.

So, they dance in lock step. Their feelings writ upon their eyes, masks firmly in place.

[lordfounder]

"— I  do  not  think  I  understand  what  you  hope  to  accomplish  with  this,  Kochou-san."

Surely,  she  knew  as  well  as  he  did  how  this  game  of  theirs  would  end,  the  same  way  as  their  little  dances  did.

( With  her  wings  torn,  the  butterfly  would  be  unable  to  escape. )

"However,  the  doors  of  Eternal  Paradise  are  open  to  all,  even  you  should  you  desire  it."

@mushinomai has an audience with The Lord Founder.

[moonswisteria]

@mushinomai liked to know how Kaigaku sees their voice

He looked at her and thought how best to describe what it was that he saw floating in his vision when she spoke. "They are butterflies, pale blue with chestnut brown borders. I see them all the time in the summer, I think someone called them Chestnut Tigers."

[7thfcrm]

@mushinomai asked:

Crickets echo under the night sky, leaves blow with the breeze. The same one that carried her quiet arrival. Stepping forward as the chime strikes. Her head tilting to the side, observing him briefly. ' Good evening, Zenitsu-kun, ' Like a soft song bird, mindful of her volume. Her hand coming to rest on his shoulder. ' Why are you out here by yourself? '

nothing he did ever made the noises dampen, he was always in a perpetual state of over-stimulation, he tried to hide it from others, tried to cover his ears until his arms went numb when the world was too loud. but it never worked. he would always hear the world around him, from the crickets to the sound of a blade of grass waving in the wind.

it's how he knew that it was shinobu that had made her way towards him, she had light footsteps, she always had a quiet way of walking--almost like a ghost was floating above the ground. but what really gave her away? the sound of her anger, he could tell that she was angry inside, and the sadness that she held inside was deafening to the young slayer. but he'd never pry, everyone had their reasonings to how they sounded--and some, if not most, were personal.

so, when she would ask him what he was up to he would let out a breath.

"i just needed to enjoy the quiet," as much quiet as he could, at least.

[midokai]

     ❝     here,     let me try it,     ❞     perhaps assistance     &͟.     a helping hand will make the bandaging much more of a smoother endeavor than if she’d continue to attempt it on her own.     ❝     extend your arm and keep it straight.     it might be painful for a moment but surely nothing you can’t handle.     ❞     ♡!     //    @mushinomai