#sawatari

[beifongkendo]

Snow at Sawatari, by Takahashi Hiroaki (ca. 1930).

[medcat33]

you can’t say that, samurai

[jadegretz]

Makima: Devil Queen ANIMATION

An Obsidian Smile

The city bled rain, a ceaseless, weeping drizzle that slicked the cobblestones of the old quarter into treacherous mirrors. Within the labyrinthine heart of this forgotten district, a place where forgotten gods were said to slumber beneath the cracked facades of derelict shrines, something ancient and malevolent had stirred. It was a devil born of forgotten lullabies, a creature that feasted on the silence between a child's last breath and a mother's first scream. They called it the Hush.

Makima, her trench coat a slash of beige against the gloom, regarded the scene with an unnerving placidity. Her amber eyes, ringed with concentric circles of a deeper, more unsettling gold, reflected the strobing lights of the Public Safety Devil Hunters' vehicles. Before her stood what remained of the once-opulent Nightingale Orphanage. Now, it was a mausoleum of quiet despair. The silence that emanated from its shattered windows was not an absence of sound, but a presence—a heavy, suffocating blanket that seemed to absorb the very will to speak.

"Three nights," Kishibe said, his voice a low growl that grated against the oppressive quiet. He took a long drag from his cigarette, the ember a defiant pinprick of warmth in the cold. "Three nights, and not a single survivor. Not a cry, not a whimper. Just… this." He gestured with his cigarette at the rows of small, sheet-covered forms being loaded into the coroner's vans.

Makima’s gaze drifted from the grim procession to a young man standing apart from the others. Denji, his usual boisterous energy subdued, kicked at a loose cobblestone. The chainsaws that were a part of him remained dormant, but his unease was a palpable thing. He felt the wrongness of this place, the cloying sweetness of its silent terror.

"They say it sings to them," a junior hunter whispered, her face pale and drawn. "A lullaby that promises an end to all fears. They just… close their eyes and listen."

Makima turned her head slightly, a subtle movement that nonetheless drew every eye. "Fear is a tool," she said, her voice a soft, melodic counterpoint to the grim reality around them. "It can be used to control, to manipulate. But what happens when that fear is… soothed?"

Aki Hayakawa, his topknot a stark black against the pallor of his skin, stepped forward. His hand rested on the hilt of his katana, a nervous habit he couldn't seem to break in her presence. "The devil’s power seems to be absolute within the orphanage," he reported, his tone clipped and professional. "Anyone who enters with the intent to harm it is… silenced. Permanently." He didn't need to elaborate. They had lost two good hunters that way, their bodies found with peaceful smiles on their faces, their lungs still.

"Intent," Makima mused, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on her lips. "How fascinating. A devil that judges not by action, but by thought." She began to walk toward the gaping maw of the orphanage's entrance, her heels clicking a steady, unhurried rhythm on the wet stone.

"Makima-san, wait!" Aki called out, a flicker of genuine concern in his eyes. "We don't know what—"

"That's precisely why I'm going in," she interrupted, not breaking her stride. She paused at the threshold and looked back at them, her smile widening ever so slightly. It was a smile that held galaxies of secrets, a smile that promised both salvation and damnation. "Denji-kun, you're with me. Leave your chainsaws behind. We're going to have a little chat."

Denji looked up, surprised. "Just… talk to it?"

"Something like that," she said, her voice a silken thread of command that he found impossible to resist. He followed her into the darkness, the oppressive silence of the orphanage swallowing them whole.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of dust, decay, and something else… something cloyingly sweet, like honey and forgotten memories. The silence was even more profound here, a living entity that pressed in on them from all sides. Makima, however, seemed unaffected. She walked with a serene confidence, her footsteps echoing unnaturally in the vast, silent space.

They moved through cavernous playrooms where toys sat untouched, their painted smiles mocking the stillness. They passed a dining hall where small bowls of congealed porridge sat on long, low tables, a silent testament to a meal that would never be finished. In the heart of the orphanage, they found the nursery.

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[otrebot]

Young Samurai... You've fallen in love.

[kajiuna]

Sawatari and Katana <3

[serexva]

˗ˏˋ꒰ ⭐️ ꒱ shingo sawatari

ღ anime : yugioh arc-v

[fluffalpenguin]

Last year I took requests for hypothetical pairings for a ARC-V tag team tournament and... a whole year+ later I finally finished them yahoo (somewhat)