#raikuro

[ellakinito]

Raiboro wedding. Look at Oboro’s smile 🥹 Happy Valentine's Day! 💝🌹💌 :3

[abyssin]

tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters.

[alienmiilk]

stranger / nocturnality

[rikyos]

raikuro   sent :     first   impression   meme   but   i   steal   your   commission ,     blow   us   both   up,     then   buy   us   dinner   with   your   money   🔥🔥     /     first   impressions   matter;    meet   cutes   &   meet   uglies.      (     currently   accepting     —     or   just   do whatever you want like val   smfh     )

 to   say   this   fool   was   lucky   kazuha   stopped   a   moment   to   hear   him   out   before   engaging   him   alongside   the   rest   of   the   kairagi    —     it   would   sound   good,     if   he   hadn’t   caused   such   an   explosive   scene   upon   arrival.   truly,      kazuha   had   been   too   busy   reeling   from   the   impact   of   that   sudden,     unexpected   spark   of   lightning   overloading   the   air   he’d   already   imbued   with   the   opponents   pyro   vision;       thrown   back   with   enough   force   that   he’d   had   to   recollect,    pushing   himself   back   up   off   the   ground   cost   enough   time   that   he   was   lost   amidst   the   changing   dynamics   of   battle.   he   could   only   take   a   promise   that   they   were   on   the   same   page   and   launch   himself   back   into   action    —     and   if   he   tried   to   insist   that   he   had   it   covered   one   more   time,     he   would   sound   like   a   rattled   child    …     but   he   did   have   it   covered,     and   hot   indignation   reached   boiling   point   when   he’d   watched   his   mora   passed   into   the   hands   of     —     someone   no   better   than   a   thief,     surely,     though   he   has   regrettably   been   turning   the   name   tomo   around   in   his   head   ever   since   learning   it;        drawn   to   recall   how   he   cut   through   ronin   with   such   ease,     how   downright   threatening   he   had   been   amongst   his   own   chaos,    only   to   shrug   it   off   afterwards   and   grin   in   a   manner   so   boyish.  

 forgive   him   for   being   intrigued     —     if   it   had   only   been   the   case   that   the   guild   was   running   low   on   work   and   tomo   was   in   dire   need   kazuha   could   not   have   held   it   against   him   in   the   end.   instead,     he   divulged   on   the   journey   back   from   jinren,    clearing   out   the   island   of   vagrants   was   simply   a   more   enticing   days   work   than   delivery   escorts.   so   in   laying   it   on   thick,     he   feels   very   little   guilt.     ‘     the   job   was   half   way   done   already !     ’     huffed   out   in   disbelief,   expression   twisted   somewhere   between   outrage   and   pleading   until   the   tall   stranger   relented.   first   glimpse   of   cracked   composure   and   they   were   successfully   enroute   to   uyuu   restaurant.   

“     you   do   know   this   doesn’t   make   up   for   you   cashing   in   my   payment,     yes?     ”     but   still   he   eats;         it   was   hunger   that   had   driven   him   to   the   adventurers   guild   in   the   first   place.     well      —     he   had   enough   sense   not   to   incur   risk   of   actual   starvation,     but   a   want   for   something   more   palatable   than   street   food   or   whatever   he   was   able   to   fish   up   himself   would   rise   every   so   often.   good   food;          the   one   luxury   in   life   he   was   pained   to   part   ways   with   as   a   wanderer.   if   he   worked   for   it,    then   it   was   nobody’s   place   to   judge   him   for   having   refined   taste.   so    …    brows   furrow   when   tomo   nods   at   him   as   though   he   was   being   done   a   favor     —      as   though   he   expected   to   receive   a   hint   gratitude.     “     the   commission   was   already   assigned   to   me     —     and   i   didn’t   need   your   help     …     ”     but   the   meal   is   enough   to   buy   his   favor,     long   enough   to   drop   the   topic   and   instead   turn   his   focus   onto   this   new   acquaintance;     the   depth   of   his   laughter,    the   warmth   behind   it,     the   utter   conviction   he   seemed   to   have   in   himself   without   really   coming   across   as   arrogant.   tomo   takes   his   interest   and   holds   it   captive   for   the   evening   and   kazuha   cannot   find   it   within   himself   to   hold   a   grudge   when   he’s   so   senselessly   curious,   listening   attentively   to   his   every   word.   

perhaps   his   travels   have   been   too   isolating   as   of   late     —      but   by   the   time   they   find   themselves   lingering   in   the   doorway,    illuminated   only   by   streetlight,     he   is   eased   by   the   same   comfort   of   a   friend   he’s   known   for   years,     the   irritation   he   wants   to   portray   is   hardly   maintained.     “     well.     ”     head   dipped   in   some   awkward,   desperate   display   of   prolonging    —    the   restaurant   is   closing   soon,     yet   the   night   is   young;     he   debates   the   likelihood   of   tomo   accepting   an   invitation   to   hangout   elsewhere,     to   keep   the   conversation   flowing,     but   courage   slips   away   from   him.     

“     thanks   to   you,     i’m   down   drinks   and   lodgings   for   the   evening.     ” amused smile, no attempts of hiding that his company had been well worth the trouble.  can   he   discern   the   shine   of   hope   that   they   might   see   each   other   again?   eyes   peer   up   in   search   for   confirmation;        that   he   gets   it,    that   he   secretly   wishes   the   same...    “    so how   about   this?     you   will   meet   me   here   again   in   the   morning     —     we’ll   split   the   rewards   of   another   commission   and   call   it   even.     ”

[ellakinito]

New Year’s hero party 🥂🎉

Happy new years to everyone! Especially my followers who’ve been with me for the time I’ve been around! I love how supportive you guys are and it’s been another amazing year

Anyways, as for the drawing, it’s Raijin showing up to a new years hero gathering (Oboro‘s gonna propose to Raijin all over again 😅 🩵🖤)

[rikyos]

@raikuro  / @regaelia sent   :   👫.         /             for four headcanons i have about our muses relationship     (     currently   accepting     )

we’ve    spoken   about   kazuha   happening   upon   tomo’s   sister  /  his   youngest   brothers   and   being   so   struck   by   the   resemblance   and   i   feel   like   we   went   back   and   forth   on   it    ???   idk   i   can’t   remember   but.   if    he   does   know   of   their   whereabouts   and   current   situation ,   when   he   asks   sara   to   sell   off the   kaedehara’s   remaining assets   and   donate   any   money   it   may   be   worth ,   he   will   reserve   a   sum   of   that   money   for   tomo’s   sister   because   they   both   know   that   she   could   probably   use   it   and   he’d   like   to   hope   that   it   would   give   tomo   some   reassurance   knowing   that   his   brothers   are   doing   alright   under   her   care.   tomo   shouldn’t   be   carrying   all   of   the   guilt   that   he   is   but   if   kazuha   can   do   anything   to   take care   of   his   family ,   he   will.

kazuha   drawing   eyeliner   on   tomo.   the    same   vibes   as   the   lesbians   doing   makeup   pic   i   know   you   know   the   one   and   share   my   vision   OKAY   anyway.   it’s   already   very   established   that   kazuha   likes   to   fuss   over   tomo ,   patching   up   his   wounds   and   doing   his   hair   and   all   of   these   little   things   he’s   perfectly   capable   of   doing   himself   but   this   is   slightly more   self   indulgent.   he   won’t   do   a   perfect   job   of   it   but   it   doesn’t   matter.   tomo   already   has   such   searing   eyes   and   he   wants   to   sharpen   that   up   even   more.   he    just   thinks   it   would   look   good     (   and   he’s   right.   )

after    escaping   inazuma   kazuha   slept   with   tomo’s   scarf   every   night.   it   was   a   huge   source   of   comfort   when   he   really   needed   it   and   he’s   attached   to   it   enough   that   he   doesn’t   offer   to   give   it   back   after   they   are   reunited.   maybe   he   will   allow   tomo   to   wear   it   for   a   little   while   at   a   time      —      but   that   is   only   so   it   can   smell   like   him   again.   it    was   absolutely   soul   destroying   not   being   able   to   do   anything   about   that   last   vestige   of   tomo   fading   away the more he clung to it. 

adding   a   screenshot   for   context   on   this   one ( twice bc tumblr makes everything ugly lmao )   but   when   kazuha   returned   to   inazuma   he   did   go   back   to   that   shipwreck   and   dig   up   the   notes   they   left   there   in   a   different   lifetime.   he   adds   on   to   what   he   wrote   for   tomo ,   then   burns   the   letter   and   lets   the   sea   claim   it.   the   same   way   he   talks   to   his   father ,   because   it’s   so   abhorrently   unfair   that   he   should   get   to   think   back   on   that   night   and   know   what   tomo   wrote   while   tomo   would   never   have   that   opportunity.   it’s   a   promise   that   they’ll  soon   finish   what   tomo   started.   if   they   ever   get   married   he’ll   tell   tomo   what   it   said      (   before   and   after   he   returned   )     but   until   then   it’s   a   rare   secret   between   them   because   trying to address   his   grief   is   such   a   vulnerable   discussion   for   them   both.         

[rikyos]

@raikuro sent   :   was that your first kiss?         /             prompt old enough that i can't find it anymore lmao     (no longer accepting)

“      no?     ”     fingers   still   curl   around   his   lighter :      lit   joint   halted   on   its   path   a mere   centimeter   from   his mouth.   he   is   trying   to   school   his   expression.   “     no.     ”   trying    —    and   already   losing   ground   to   a   twitch   of   the   corner   of   his   mouth.   the   samurai   cannot   decide   whether   he   was   more   staggered   by   the   shock   of   the   question   itself   or   the   wave   of   embarrassment   that   follows when   IT   REALLY   SHOULDN’T   HAVE.   there’s   no   sense   to   be   made   in   the   fact   that   spilling   his   most   vulnerable   feelings   to   tomo   had   been   easier   than   figuring   out   what   to   do   with   himself   in   the   aftermath :     perhaps   he   had   been   so   honest   in   his   need   for   the   other   that   kazuha   had   given   himself   too   much   to   live   up   to.   his   leg   flares   with   heat   where   it presses against another ,   all   too   aware   of   exactly   how   close   he   is      —      how   such   a   small   shift   in   space   takes   too   much   of   a   toll   on   his   composure.   

he   has   tomo   where   he   has   wanted   him   for    .   .   .    longer   than   he   cares   recount ,   and   yet   the   torment   of   years   of   touches   brief   and   accidental   felt   somehow   entirely   less   awkward   than   here.   now.   being   given   permission.   being   put   on   the   spot   about   it   doesn’t   help.   

“     i     —      was   that   what   it   felt   like   to   you?   tomo.   i   was   drunk.   enough   so   that   i   was   apparently   willing   to   stop   pretending   that   i   didn’t   mind   having   only   your   split   attention.     ”     he   needs   to   let   this   go.   FOR   HIS   OWN   SANITY.   one   controlled   sigh   and   he   drops   the   stare   of   disbelief   currently   fixed   upon   the   other ,   finally   takes   a   sharp   inhale ,   turns   back   to   him   with   something   to   prove.     “     come   here ,     ”      though   he   is   already   reaching   to   take   hold   of   tomo’s   face   and   guide   him   down.   when   the   lips   he   meets   to   exhale   into   are   already   so   willingly   parted   for   him      —     kazuha   can   barely   remember   what   he   was   so   unnerved   by   to   begin   with.        

[rikyos]

@raikuro sent : the shores of an unknown beach , washed up from the ocean. maybe they’ll kiss. / scene prompts (currently accepting)

whatever   kazuha   had   been   imagining   when   tomo   put   forward   a   quick   stop   at   HIS   OLD   PLACE ,   it   hadn’t   included   clearing   out   the   vagrants   currently   occupying   it   first.   or    .  .  .    no ,   nothing   about   the   tiny   wreckage   he   now   allows   himself   to   be   guided   into      (   a   most   courteous   and   respectful   guest   under   any   circumstances   )     had   been   quite   what   he   had   in   mind.   there’s   no   flicker   of   judgment   in   his   expression ,   though ,   nodding   and   smiling   as   the   tide   washes   in   to   soak   their   feet   and   tomo   cranes   forward   to   avoid   hitting   his   head   against   collapsing   wood   of   the   ceiling.      “     I   CAN   IMAGINE   YOU   MAKING   THIS   WORK ,     ”     and   he   means   it   as   a   compliment.   even   as   he   searches   for   something   nicer   to   say   about   it      —      “     i   like   it ,   tomo.   it’s    .   .  .   cosy.   and     —     you   had   your   own   private   beach ,   too.      ”     his   partner   is   certainly   resourceful ,   that   was   for   sure ,   though   kazuha   does   feel   inclined   to   question   the   length   of   time   he   really   lived   this   way.   

he   would   take   one   of   their   makeshift   camps   over   this   any   day      .  .  .      but   that   is   not   to   disregard   how   tomo   is   SHARING   SOMETHING   OF   HIS ,     and   it   makes   his   head   light   with   sentiment.   this   is   something   he   had   owned   and   held   onto :     that   he   had   defended   and   grown   in      —     it   was   a   glimpse   into   what   his   life   had   been   like   before   two   paths   crossed ,   perhaps   one   more   authentic   than   anything   he’d   spoken   aloud   before.   his   ENDEARMENT   AND   GRATITUDE   for   that   are   so   much   to   sift   through ,   so   childishly   giddy   that   he   has   to   mask   his   disappointment   that   there’s   little   left   behind   of   that   life   now.   kazuha    is   running   out   of   compliments   and   yet   that   expectant   gaze   is   still   fixed   on   him      —      it’s   getting   awkward.   he   doesn’t  mind.     “     i’m   happy   you   trust   me ,     ”     and   he   pulls   tomo   down   towards   him   before   he   can   think   anything   strange  of   that ,   kisses   his   forehead.   his   cheek ,   twice ,   the   faint   scar   on   the   bridge   of   his   nose.   when   he   reaches   lips   there’s   a   witless   smile   upon   his   own   and   HE   KEEPS   HIM   THERE   for   a   moment :     still   lit   up   when   he   breaks   away   for   a   look   at   him     —     and   another   surveillance   of   the   area   coming   up   relatively   empty.   except   for     .  .  .    

“     is   that   a   hammock?     ”     amusement   is   betrayed   in   the   sharp   question ,   straying   from   his   side   TO   FURTHER   INSPECT   an   old   sail   strung   up   rather   perilously   indeed.      “      this   was   where   you   slept?   all   that   time?     ”