More height thing with our saniwa bebbies ❤️ <33
Yuji and Fuyuki: @oharaehonmaru (same mama as Kenji @saniwakenji )
Saori: @citadelofroses
Hana: @nxmelessfighter
Izayoi: @kinships

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More height thing with our saniwa bebbies ❤️ <33
Yuji and Fuyuki: @oharaehonmaru (same mama as Kenji @saniwakenji )
Saori: @citadelofroses
Hana: @nxmelessfighter
Izayoi: @kinships
[ with @nxmelessfighter | from here ]
Yuichi had expected Ookurikara's arrival after returning home, but rather than fully approaching his desk, the uchigatana seems frozen in place, with what Yuichi can only describe as severe apprehension. Fear.
And that is not normal, not from Ookurikara, and definitely not at home, in the citadel, with him.
"Ookurikara?"
Yuichi puts down his things and stands, rounding his desk to meet the toudan where he's standing. He hesitates to touch him, but he does gently take his hand in both of his, channeling just a small wave of what should be some tranquil energy through him.
"That's it... relax, I've got you..."
When Ookurikara seems to relax some, Yuichi lets go of his hand, but remains close as his wide eyes search his expression in concern. He starts to ask if he's alright, but worrying that he might just say yes, he phrases it differently.
"Tell me what happened."
Evening comes unceremoniously today, a long day of work giving way to a much needed reprieve. Even so, Suigetsu sighs, kiseru in hand, as she mindfully packs in kizami, slender fingers working with elegance. To her left, a plate of wagashi lies untouched — green tea yōkan, kuzu yaki, and sakura mochi arranged perfectly, with a warm cup of oolong osmanthus tea awaiting for accompaniment.
In the distance, the sound of bokken striking training dummies rings out from the other side of the citadel, though the rhythmic beats and faint calls begin to fade, presumably as the activity draws to a close. There's a soft muffle of sounds within the citadel, chatter, a radio, footsteps. However, seated within her bedroom, door open as to allow both guests and wind in, she finds herself enjoying the sounds this evening. Something feels peaceful about it today, soothing. A gentle reminder that one isn't alone.
Pressing the metal tip to her lips, a deep inhale is taken from the pipe, holding smoke within her lungs. Dark eyes turn to the window, peering past glass panes, noting how the sun dazzles through leaves, how clouds drift lazily across the sky. Slowly sighing, wisps curl past soft lips, and her gaze turns upon seeing motion near the threshold — Ookurikara, likely just passing by, or so she thought. Even so, the urge to have company overtakes, and words leave without hesitation.
" The weather is rather relaxing this evening, isn't it? " The Saniwa tilts her head back slightly, the last hints of tobacco slipping past her lips, " Were you taking part in today's training, Ookurikara-sama...?"
@nxmelessfighter liked for a starter ♥
"Hey, Kara-chan? I noticed you've been softer lately? Like, I don't know, you feel a little less rigid than when you first got here....Is it 'cause of Mitsu-chan?"
@nxmelessfighter
🖍️ (whoever you want)
[ Send "🖍️" for a scribbled drawing of your muse! ]
have a twofer!!! 💙💙💙💙 love themmmm
🤡 (leaves ookurikara here for sengo and whoever else you want)
To celebrate April Fools Day, Send in 🤡 (Clownery if you can't see or copy the emoji) and two of my muses will talk about your muse! Multimuses send a name otherwise some poor muse of yours might get smoke at random.
Note: Convos may be said in front of their faces, or break the 4th wall, or something else silly.
"He looks absolutely delicious! Such lickable tattoos."
"Careful~ He is a sword after all, he might slice your tongue off if you tired~"
"Oh? That just mean I'll just have to-"
"DID SOMEONE SAY SWORD!?!"
"ERA AND SWORD SCOOL! IS IT FAMOUS OR JUST WELL MADE!?!? SHOW ME!!!!"
"Made by Hiromitsu the swordsmith and wielded by Masamune Date, the famous warlord himself! Kara-chan is quite the sword, isn't he?"
"...! Which museum is he at!?! I WANNA SEE!!!!"
"Fufufu~ I should tease Kara-chan later for having such ardent fans. He'll probably be flustered and confused on the whole thing. Cute."
@nxmelessfighter
@nxmelessfighter || Starter Call!
“It seems we’ll be stationed here for a while, Kara-chan. The others went out to patrol the area and see if they find any revisionists wandering around. So we’ll need to stay put.”
The tachi glanced over at his companion, a sheepish smile on his face. Sometimes... It was hard to tell with the other sword if he was truly grumpy about a situation or if it was just his neutral expression. But by this point, Mitsutada was mostly certain that Ookurikara did not, in fact, hate him. Though perhaps he would prefer him to be less chatty...
“At least it’s nice weather, if we have to be outside, right?”
Some height thing with some of our saniwa bebbies + one lil miss ma'am 🥺❤️
Takeshi (and lil miss Maj): @hagane-no-seishin
Saki: @nxmelessfighter
Saseki: me :3
Yuichi: @kowaindar0u
Atsuko: @citadelofroses
Kenji: @saniwakenji
Ouji: @theprincescourt (same mama as Takeshi @fribe-mimi <33)