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inktober day 13: favorite friendship 

 these two kick SO much ass AND theyre both hot as fuck

(no spoilers about them pls!!!)

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Misty Redolence from Radiance Aflame Yijun Jiang, HOYO-MIX

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the general of the tenryou commission: kujou sara. flabellum, electro.

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Ba Ban BAN!

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Send “Oh no you DON’T”   to grab my muse by the back of their collar to stop them from doing something stupid | accepting. 

Anonymous asked:  “Oh no you DON’T” ( from @tenryou / kujou sara ! )

“GAH    -”    Yoimiya  yelped  and  her  golden  gaze  turned  to  the  woman.      

Ugh,  busted  already?

How’d  she  even  find  out  about  this?      “....O-Oh  ....      No.    I  wasn’t  -  I  wasn’t  going  to  do  anything!”        a  lie,  the  prototype  fireworks  were  hidden  within  her  bag.        

“I  was  merely  going  on  a  stroll  ...  a  STROLL....      and  I’ll  continue  it  once...”    she  pulled  against  the  general’s  grip  but  alas  it  was  to  no  avail.      “As  sooon...  as  you  let  me  go.”          

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@tenryou​ said:  ❝ i’m not going to die for you to live. ❞

“Dear me,” he sighs with a shake of his head. “I’m not asking you to die for me though I appreciate the offer.” He weaves her words for his utmost pleasure with a smile on his face. “I am asking you to have a little faith in me.” He signals to himself, resting a hand on his chest. His patience is running thin and being in this predicament with her isn’t something he’s most ecstatic about, but he will make do. He will make lemonade out of the lemons life has thrown his way.

“This tiny bit,” to get a spoken point across he holds the pads of two of his fingers only so much apart. “You like it or not... you’re not getting anywhere without me and I’m not getting anywhere without you.” Unfortunately, detestably so. As much as he’d prefer it to not be the case, but all that matters to him is that he gets out of here and fast that’s all. She wants to rip his head off, but he does not care, so many other individuals want to do the same thing, but that’s their problem not his. If their desire is to waste their limited amount of energy on something so unproductive... that’s their stupid choice. He will continue to do what he does best, they’re no bead of sweat on his fair and handsome face. “Just while we get out of here, that’s all.” He shrugs, like he’s merely requesting that she hand him over a set of chopsticks. “That won’t kill you.” How absurd, how dramatic. It is in their best interest to cooperate, even he can come to terms with that... after poking him for some time anyway. 

“Then when we’re out you can have a go and try to kill me.” He claims, his smile remaining but in his gaze a viciously dangerous glint that’s tightly wrapped around his words. “I can’t promise you’ll succeed.” Like the hissing of a snake, he swears to her.

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@tenryou​ said: 📜

Sara: We need to get through this locked door. Kazuha, give me your credit card. Kazuha: Here. Sara, pocketing it: Thanks. Scaramouche, kick down the door.

Sara: Someone will die. Scaramouche: Someone will definitely die.

Scaramouche: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though. Sara: You need to stop.

prompt.

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@tenryou​ said: “ don't touch me. “

“My, my, my... we sure are proud aren’t we?” He smiles at her rather cold hearted and rude response to the promise of assistance that’s pending in the air. “Or perhaps the Raiden Shogun’s got that leash so tight around your neck that you’re only willing when she whistles and you’re ready on command?” What a sad life that must be, he can’t even imagine, he can’t relate nor does he have the sympathy to ponder on a what if. Regardless of her distasteful response and rather rude attitude his eyes fall on those black wings of hers, clearly damaged. He can only assume from a recent scuffle with some troops in the resistance if he’s to take an educated guess with the tensions so thick that not even the finest blade or most focused lightning bolt could slice through it. “If you don’t get those wings of yours tended to then that would be a grand waste,” he informs her, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s not a healer, his intention isn’t to assist her personally, but he does have the means to get those tended to.