#rintan

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[nxtlyfe4idols]

Model Rintan,りんたん

[moussedoodles]

Hear me out- HEAR ME OUT-

LOOK AT ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THESE TWO WON'T GET ALONG PLATONICALLY OR ROMANTICALLY

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ジンタン

仁丹は、森下南陽堂（現在の森下仁丹株式会社）から発売された、世界で初めての口中清涼剤です。1900年（明治33年）に発売されて以来、長年にわたって愛用されてきました。仁丹は小さな丸薬の形で、独特の爽快感と刺激的な味が特徴です。口臭の予防や口内の殺菌、消化促進などの効果があるとされています。当時は口中清涼剤という概念がなかったため、画期的な商品として人気を博しました。仁丹は小さな金属製のケースに入って販売され、携帯しやすく、いつでもどこでもリフレッシュできると好評でした。その独特な味と効果は、世代を超えて多くの人々に親しまれ、今もなお根強いファンが存在します。現在では様々なフレーバーやタイプの仁丹が発売され、幅広い年齢層に支持されています。

手抜きイラスト集

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[moussedoodles]

Drew some of these two again cause they give me a serotonin boost 😔

[moussedoodles]

Happy early birthday to our favorite demon spawn! Rejoice! New chapter be upon ye!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48953071/chapters/127207018#workskin

[moussedoodles]

🎴🪷 | Of Lotuses and Spiderlillies: Chapter 3 Sneak Peek | 🪷🎴

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Rin blinked heavy eyelids open- which already seemed like a herculean task in and of itself. But things only seem to worsen when he's met with one of the worst of his recurring enemies: the damned, morning light.

A hiss made its way past gritted teeth as the halfling winced, bringing a hand over his squinted eyes. God, sometimes he wished he was still at home, stuck at the monastery where he couldn't care less about highschool and, instead, slept to his heart's content, only really waking around the early afternoon to help around and run errands around the small church or to cook, all for his family. He dropped out for good reasons damnit, and not having to deal with the sun's shit when he felt and reeked of death was one of them.

Wait– reeked?

Rin withdrew the arm slung over his face, recoiling briefly under the light before he decided- still bordering on the edge of sleep- to begrudgingly push through his initial exhaustion and propped himself up on his elbows, allowing his vision to gradually adjust and explore the surrounding room with lidded eyes.

The light that flooded through the windows by his bedside illuminates white walls with its gentle glow. It wasn't a large space by any means, but it made do with what it had, stretching into a narrow room that barely held any noticeable furniture save for the row of beds beside him and their accompanying bedside tables.

An infirmary, his brain helpfully supplied, as he blinked away the sleep from his eyes. Its layout was familiar enough to be recognised as one, though it was far simpler than True Cross’ own infirmary with its tiled floors and canopy beds. You wouldn't expect any less from one of the best highschools in Japan, especially when you've come to know its headmaster.

Still, despite the unfamiliar setting, Rin would much rather be taken care of here than to tend to himself on the forest floor after he had unceremoniously passed out.

Which… Yeah, that happened.

Rin sucked in a breath through gritted teeth as embarrassment crawled up his spine. He would have thought that, after all the things he had fought and seen since he had first awakened his powers, since he had first chosen to be an exorcist following the death of his father, he would pass out over something that's worth the toll– like being electrocuted again! But- no. As he sits here, atop the white sheets of his infirmary bed, Rin has to deal with the crippling shame of the fact that- not only did he pass out after exorcising the first and one of the easiest demonic entities he had ever encountered, but he had passed out shortly after the fact! And in some poor guy's arms no less!

...Fuck. He passed out in some poor guy's arms.

God, he must've looked like shit.

He Probably smelled even worse.

Rin's ears picked up the slightest creak, which pulled him from his post-sleep self loathing. His head turned towards the noise, and there, standing like a deer in headlights with a hand pressed against the wooden door, was a figure clad in dark fabrics from head to toe, including their head, which was wrapped in black coverings, its hem lined with white. Over their nose and mouth was a pale, paper-like mask, decorated by three dark streaks, which hid all but wide eyes as the stranger stared at the halfling, and he, in turn, stared back.

A silence stretched on for an uncomfortable while, but before Rin could manage his mouth open to speak, the stranger abruptly bent into a bow, startling the swordsman.

“I- I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you!”

“Hey man, don't worry about it,” Rin said, the corners of his lips curled into a slight grin. “But uh, could you tell me whe–”

“I'll inform the estate girls that you're awake!”

“Who–”

“And I'll get you food! You must be starving!”

“Thanks but–”

“And a new uniform!” They interrupted, “We only managed to remove your blazer off of you, but you smelled awful!”

The halfling sputtered. “Th- That's not my fault!”

Rin’s brow twitched, and he could feel his face warm. Christ, who even is this guy? Before he could think to ask though, the black-clad figure sprinted off, leaving Rin atop his bed, staring at the empty doorway with a flush over his cheeks and a low hanging jaw, all while irritation and shame slowly simmered beneath his skin.

…He didn't smell that bad, did he?

The halfling groaned as he fell back onto his bed.

Damnit. Couldn't he have gotten even a single word in? Cause a clue on just where he's been transported to would be nice. Hell, maybe he'd even be able to find some cell service so he could send a text to his brother or get himself directions to the nearest train online. He can't imagine just how worried his friends are of him, and he could bet Yukio's got his panties in a twist right now too, worrying about where his dumbass of a brother disappeared to and just how much damage he had done in the few hours (days?) he had been gone for.

He'd find his brother's– hell, everyone’s paranoia annoying if it weren't so warranted. If he wasn't just as worried, just as afraid of what he could possibly do to everyone else as much as they are.

Rin sighed, and he succumbed to the weight of heavy eyelids. He finds no sleep, of course- not as if he even wanted to- and it's not just because he could vaguely see the warmth of the sun behind closed eyes, casting his vision into dark hues of red; or because he could still smell the faintest hint of decay that clung to his skin, leaving nothing but a memory of the nausea he had suffered through beforehand.

He's not getting better like this, no matter what Shura tells him.

Rin- despite… not being the smartest or most attentive student in True Cross- which was a tremendous understatement- wasn't a complete idiot either. No matter how many spirits he exorcises, how many books he had forced himself to read, classes he had to attend, candles he had fucking burn through– Rin feels as though he hasn't changed much- if at all from the teenager that first drew that accursed sword that one, mournful afternoon. He doesn't know when he first realised it, but after what he had seen from Angel, Shura herself or- hell! Even the other Pages in their cram school, he can't help but feel stagnant, his steps too sloppy, his dodges half-assed, his swordsmanship barely any better than careless swings of his arms.

Rin sucked in a shaky breath before he brought an equally trembling hand up to comb through his mess of dark hair.

He just has to… chip away at it. Slowly. He can't become the best exorcist in a matter of months. No one can, and Rin knows that. The same goes for any skill, afterall, like cooking.

Yet still, controlling his flames won't fix his shitty swordsmanship, and he can't keep relying on his demonic healing when he fucks up or gets hurt either. He realised that few months back when he saw that he was nothing like the protagonists from his manga, that he wasn't invincible, that- that he could get hurt.

And nothing could encapsulate that better than when he had been captured, crucified and shocked by his own grandfather.

Sometimes, even during the best of days, when night falls over True Cross town and Rin lays on his bed- much like he is now- with closed eyes as he waits for sleep, he could still feel it, lingering like a fading scar. It's nothing but a faint buzz now, but his body never forgot, the memory remaining fresh on his mind.

The scent of searing, burning flesh.

Nerves alighting as jolts of electricity spread through his vulnerable form.

Wave upon wave of agonising, excruciating pain.

All while spasming muscles, skin, bone– everything attempted to stitch himself back together, before he would be viciously torn apart.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

Rin sucked in a shuddering breath, the hand that once combed through his dark hair now clutching the stained fabric of his button-up, as sharpened nails dug into the pale skin of his torso beneath.

Rin felt like he was burning.

… Shit! He is burning!

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Aaaand that's all I could give for now, I hope you like what I've given you all so far though! I wish I could've done more, but I just recently moved into a whole new country, so there's that- but, hey! More free time to write and draw!

This is the chapter where our boys will finally meet, and I can't wait to write their first interaction! I have so many ideas in store for them, but you guys would just have to wait for that ];)