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isola affiliated | crossover friendly | Ichimokuren of Onmyoji | Hypergiant

[temperateskies]

Ichimokuren | Onmyoji

Comes in two flavours; Vanilla Sky Twink or Saucy Danger Noodle

A Fujin born from the wishes of humans. He’s sort of an odd deity who’s invested in the well being of mortals. 

Lost his eye, his followers and then godhood. What more could a guy lose?

If you call him a god though he’ll insist he isn’t “I’m just a spirit” A modest one that Ichimokuren is.

Is somewhat of a hermit

If its within his ability to do so he’ll try to fulfill anyone's wish ( in secret ) No thanks are necessary please leave a donation in the drop box and maybe consider becoming one of his worshipers? Haha just kidding! Unless..

Doesn’t talk much. Might seem distant and reserved but really he’s too polite to approach others. 

HE PROTEC but he also ATTAC

Dragon friend

tw: eye horror

Fought a sea monster once and won. 

Has demonstrated the ability to heal. Cured a girl of blindness once. 

[shakespearesdaughters]

Franz Kafka diary

[moonlitfairytale]

Natalie Wee, Least of all

[redhorseman]

@temperateskies x

War stepped closer to the wind deity; despite the bashful gesture. The horseman hadn't felt longing for someone like this in centuries. So he wanted to confirm that Ichimokuren was actually here, and not some illusion, or trick by a mischievous mage.

He reached out and placed his hand on the other's shoulder. "Face me. Please."

[temperateskies]

A heavy weight upon his shoulder sets Ren's heart aflutter, the suddenness in War's touch is so brash he finds that he is incapable of speech! Bereft of words, he swallows thickly and hesitates to obey. With trembling lips and a creeping flush that tinges the very point of his ears, Ichimokuren manages to slow his breathing. Slow. Easy. Good.

"Yes?" Peering up from the corner of his eye, he doesn't fully turn to look. Not yet. The bashfulness from before has rooted his feet in place.

[temperateskies]

”It’s you. You’ve returned.”

It felt like waking up from a dream. Just moments ago he was bathing beneath the falls, feeling the cascade of water spill over his hair and shoulders. When his eye flutters open, however, his gaze beholds a familiar sight. He's slow to react, pink brows pinch together as he carefully absorbs his surroundings. A single cerulean eye settles over the figure cloaked in red, that's when recognition blows his pupil wide.

"Oh."

"Master War, please excuse me." He turns, hand covering his face in shame. How embarrassing, he thinks. To have found him in this state of undress! Except, Ichimokuren is still so disoriented he fails to realize that he is most certainly clothed!

[redhorseman]

"You may reject this if that is what you wish, but I couldn't go forth without speaking the words out loud to you, at least once." His head remained lowered out of respect for the other. "Ichimokuren, you have proven time and time again to be someone worthy of my respect. So, now is the time when I offer my strength to you."

He suddenly reached back and pulled out Chaos Eater, then he stuck the blade into the ground.

"This is my promise to you. At any moment you are in need of my blade, you shall have it. Without question, and without hesitation."

[temperateskies]

It starts beneath his ribs, too unfamiliar to even put words to. Ichimokuren's brows furrow and his lips part, drawing in a shaky breath. Butterflies. He's heard it called this before, his stomach flips and chest fills with elation.

"I don't--" He really doesn't know what to say, his tongue feels heavy and numb, cerulean gaze widens in awe as Chaos Eater is unsheathed and imbedded into the earth.

"You honor me deeply, War. But i.." He can't accept this, can he? What is a guardian to do when the rolls are reversed? He opens his mouth to politely decline, but his words betray him, "..I hope when- if- the need arises, we are able to amend the situation peacefully." Ichimokuren falls to his knees and peers up at his protector, he can't make out the expression from under the hood so he tips War's chin to look at him.

"If you are to be my blade, then I will be your shield. This I promise you."

[surqrised]

“How wonderful it is, to be silent with someone.”

— Kurt Tucholsky

[redhorseman]

@temperateskies

"Ichimokuren. I've made a decision." War gently took Ren's hand within his own armored one, then he knelt down and lowered his head. What's happening here?!

[temperateskies]

"Master War, what are you--" Ichimokuren's words are unable to form properly around his tongue. Cheeks tint a rosy hue and his heart flutters of its own accord, beating wildly in his chest.

"Whatever it is you've decided, surly you needn't kneel for it."

[temperateskies]

@bxsiliisk cont. from here

A blissful sigh falls from his lips as a content smile lightens his features. Ichimokuren flutters his eye shut, feeling warmth and elation fill his chest-- there's a term for this sensation. He's heard children refer to it as butterflies.

"Come here." He gingerly takes Romanus's face between his hands, giving him chaste kiss to his forehead. He then leans back, patting his lap in an open invitation. "Rest your head for awhile."

[temperateskies]

The leaf that lay still just seconds ago catches his attention as it drifts from the palm of his hand. He goes silent, watching as it floats away. Here one moment and gone the next; the imagery was almost poetic considering his flighty nature.

"I'm alright." Ren sighs, dropping his hand to his side and turning fully now to face War. "But.. by the same token I'm not. Not really." He frowns, struggling to piece together the words he wants to say.

"You'll have to forgive me. I'm not very good at this." And then he gestures between them. "This. Us-" His breath quivers at the mere mention of the word, cheeks heating immediately. "Please do not think that I would ever abandon you. Not intentionally."

[redhorseman]

Ah. So the wind deity was feeling some kind of insecurity. War thought that perhaps he'd been physically harmed. Understanding that this wasn't the case, War relaxed considerably.

He raised his armored hand, as if to signify that Ren didn't need to explain himself further. "Ren. You needn't fumble over yourself. You are my friend, and I trust in you."

[temperateskies]

Words of affirmation goes a long way, especially when one finds it difficult to communicate verbally. Ichimokuren noticeably relaxes, his shoulders no longer tense as they were before and that look of angst dissipates from his features. He laughs to himself, and flutters his lashes bashfully.

"You are the sound of reason. It seems I was too harsh on myself." He hesitates to step closer, but the separation is almost unbearable when they're already so close to touching. Ichimokuren reaches for War's hand and squeezes gently. He sometimes forget just how small he is compared to the horseman, how safe he feels.

It's a comfort he's never been afforded.

"I am happy to call you friend as well."

[2000s-angell]

[temperateskies]

A cool autumn breeze blows by, leaves of golden sun and flaming red swirl and dance until one lands perfectly in Ren's outstretched hand. He appeared suddenly, silently as if he was carried on the wind. A single eye is cast towards War's direction, a look of unease ease lay heavy upon his brow.

"Master War." Ren opens his mouth to speak, an apology at the tip of his tongue. "It's good to see you."

@redhorseman

[redhorseman]

The breeze came like a sigh; and by this point War could easily recognize the difference between a normal flutter of wind, and one created by the deity. His visit was unexpected, but not unwelcomed.

The unease that laid upon Ren's brow didn't go unnoticed by War; and it found him curious. "Ren..?" He questioned, then he stood up from where he'd been working, approaching the other with heavy footfalls.

"Is everything alright?"

[temperateskies]

The leaf that lay still just seconds ago catches his attention as it drifts from the palm of his hand. He goes silent, watching as it floats away. Here one moment and gone the next; the imagery was almost poetic considering his flighty nature.

"I'm alright." Ren sighs, dropping his hand to his side and turning fully now to face War. "But.. by the same token I'm not. Not really." He frowns, struggling to piece together the words he wants to say.

"You'll have to forgive me. I'm not very good at this." And then he gestures between them. "This. Us-" His breath quivers at the mere mention of the word, cheeks heating immediately. "Please do not think that I would ever abandon you. Not intentionally."

[surqrised]

“There is a kind of alchemy to it, when one human touches another and makes the aloneness less terrifying.”

— Samira Ahmed, from Internment

[temperateskies]

A cool autumn breeze blows by, leaves of golden sun and flaming red swirl and dance until one lands perfectly in Ren's outstretched hand. He appeared suddenly, silently as if he was carried on the wind. A single eye is cast towards War's direction, a look of unease ease lay heavy upon his brow.

"Master War." Ren opens his mouth to speak, an apology at the tip of his tongue. "It's good to see you."

@redhorseman

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

Never stop being a good person because of bad people.

Unknown

[hellsfreed]

❛ woah there! haha, will you look at that...! — i'd watch the paper, doesn't usually survive long around me, though i don't seem to be running so hot right now. hi, stranger. ❜

[temperateskies]

"We'll be mindful not to linger too closely then." The wind shifts again and with it the paper dragons make one last twirl overhead before spanning up in a wide circumstance where they frolic just out of reach. "Yours is a new face so please, call me Ren."

[quotefeeling]

“I owe myself the biggest apology for putting up with what I didn’t deserve.”

— Unknown