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wifeyzashi:

A noise of surprise catches within Horikawa’s throat as Urashima drags him closer, his arm now held captive as ransom for proof of his claims. He breaks down into giggles then, unable to maintain the facade of mystery.

“I was only joking,” he admits, playfully pushing at Urashima’s forehead with two pointed fingers. “Everyone wanders here on their own, for the most part. I’m just the one keeping everything clean.”

“Joking...?”

Urashima glanced up at the fingers poking at his head, and blinked for a second. Horikawa’s admission made sense, though, and he slowly nodded to signal he understood.

“You know, Horikawa-san...” He paused a moment, trying to piece together what he was trying to get at. “...not that what you do isn’t great, I’m sure everyone appreciates it! But... maybe it would be nice if we really could summon the rest here...”

Not that he missed anyone in particular himself, both of his brothers were there, but he could imagine how it might feel for some of the others...Horikawa included.

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tsukamou:

       –oh, that was much faster than Mutsunokami braced himself to. Sure, the stick was kind of delicious from what he could always taste ( don’t eat it all, mutsunokami, don’t eat it all ), and the explanation was fairly simple, right? There should be no problems, and it was just an innocent game Urashima had heard about, right? It would be nothing like their last incident, right?

       … right?

       So why was Mutsunokami gradually getting more and more worked up as Urashima took the other end and they started playing the game, the uchigatana trying his best to eat small bits here and there as delicately as he could? Did Urashima realize they would be this close? What would actually happen if neither of them gave up? Did Urashima think about this at all?!?!?!?!?

Of course Urashima hadn’t thought about any of the implications here. Nope, he was just happy to have found a new game to play with a friend. It showed, too, because he was still all grins while taking bite after bite of the sweet stick.

He did pause though, when his nose came dangerously close to brushing Mutsunokami’s. Finally, apparently, it was hitting him where this could lead.

He didn’t withdraw, though. No. He had to win, on his pride as a Kotetsu!

Mutsunokami would just have to suffer.

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hinkontana:

       ❝ You’re always making Horikawa do silly things, Nagasone-san. ❞

       That might not be true for the most part, other than when they were all with alcohol in their systems. Kashuu giggles at the scene nonetheless, siping a bit of his sake. He doesn’t think the impersonation was exactly spot on, mostly because it was more silly than actually on point, but he does give the wakizashi some credits for the extra details. ❝ So, what do you say, Urashima? Since Kamekichi is yours, the final word is yoooours. ❞

⤖ @tottozashi!

Urashima had been mostly quiet during this particular segment of the evening, sipping while he scrutinized Horikawa’s attempt at mimicking his turtle companion; who was sleeping on his knee at present. Prior, he had been laughing along with them, but apparently Kamekichi meant serious business.

So when the question was finally posed, he perhaps looked a bit silly, pressing a wobbly hand to his chin.

“Well... you weren’t too bad, Horikawa-san, but,” he was already getting up, after setting Kamekichi onto Nagasone’s shoulder. He’d be safe with niichan, he knew. “Lemme show you how it’s really done!”

In the next moment he was sitting on the floor next to Horikawa’s limp form, tucking the pillow into his own shirt, and looking far too serious about it all the while.

@nagagone

[wfruit]

浦獅子の夏祭り

[cittavision]

Migration 001: Pokémon

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cittavision:

Hello, Cittazens! We here at Citta Alveare are very excited to announce the details of our first Migration, Pokémon!

More information on qualifications and mechanics are under the cut.

Keep reading

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tsukamou:

       ❝ Ohh, a game? ‘course I wanna try it! ❞ He did love all kind of new things, regardless if it was just a game or not. But having fun here and there wasn’t so bad, right?

       ❝ What kinda game are we playin’? We invitin’ someone else? ❞

“Nope! It’s just for two people!”

Bouncing on his heels, Urashima produced a box of pocky from behind his back. Surprise, one stick was already between his fingers, too!

Without waiting for any kind of response, the wakizashi was already pushing the end of the stick between Mutsunokami’s lips.

“It’s simple! We each start at one end and start eating. First one to give up before we finish loses!”

Cue him getting onto his tip-toes to try and reach the other end--again, without waiting for a response.

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@tsukamou

“Hey, Mutsunokami-san!”

Why, he didn’t sound overexcited at all, with a hand suspiciously tucked behind his back.

“I just heard about this game everyone’s playing--wanna try it!?”

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ireisai:

      Her accommodations are so far below her standards that it would be comical, if it weren’t so vile. It was so bad that she’d had to take to wearing rain boots until she got to where she could head out of the district, less she dirty or stain her shoes irreparably. On her way out, one hand holding the hem of her furisode out of the possible range of splash as she walked, the sound of a voice catches her attention, hesitating as she squints at the approaching figure.            Closer inspection reveals a familiar figure however, and some of the ire inspired by her location lifts at the sight. 

          “Urashima!” She greets, shifting her grip on fabric and shoes both in order to wave him closer. “Did you get lost? This place can be confusing on top of how unpleasant it is. Come, fresh air is this way.” 

It was her! Urashima’s face brightened when the woman recognized him in return, while he happily answered her beckon and stepped closer. Were they in a more pleasant setting, he might have dove in for a hug, but as it was, escaping the surrounding muck would have to take precedence.

“J-just a little... I thought this was a shortcut, really--ah..” He caught himself before he could start rambling, instead laughing sheepishly with a hand rubbing at the back of his head. He probably looked silly, being excited to see her, but of all the familiar faces to see, why wouldn’t the one who brought him to life be one of the most important among them?

Somewhat recovered from his embarrassment, that hand instead reached out to Ryuubi. “But let’s get out of here first, Aruji-san, we can talk about all that later!”

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wifeyzashi:

For how long he’d been within this city, Horikawa could neither confirm nor deny Urashima’s theory. Sometimes the Touken Danshi appeared directly within their mansion; sometimes it took them weeks, or even months, to first stumble through the doors. Either way, his fellow wakizashi looked impressed by the information, so Horikawa made no attempts at correcting him.

“Pretty impressive, right?” He said in a lighthearted tone. “Maybe I’m a Saniwa, too.”

“Eh?” Urashima blinked, caught a bit more off-guard by Horikawa’s suggestion than he had probably intended.

Just as quickly, however, he was scooting closer to him and seizing his arm to be inspected. You know, as though he might find something like a birthmark through his sleeve. “Seriously!? I had no idea we might be able to do it ourselves!”

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saintseiyasword:

Watching his brother bounce like a child a fraction of his age only made the smile on Hachisuka’s face widen. He had genuinely missed being around his brother’s infectious joyful energy: few others could put him in a good mood so easily as him. He already could barely tell the smaller blade no on a normal basis–seeing him like this just made the uchigatana want to give him the world on a golden plate.

“If that’s what you wish, then that’s what we’ll do. I believe the kitchen was restocked today, so we can create something wonderful, I’m sure.” He took his younger brother by the hand and started to lead him down the hall, a noticeable lightness in his step. “You can tell me all about what’s happened in our Citadel since I’ve been away as we work.”

“Yes!” Urashima was more than happy to let Hachisuka lead him along, humming along with the light bounce in his step.

He nearly stopped, however, at the mention of home. The wakizashi caught himself, but there was a clear moment of hesitation before he answered.

“About that, Hachisuka-niichan...” How did he even put this? It didn’t even make sense to him, really, how would it to anyone else? “Last I remember, you were still with us. We’d just finished dinner with Aruji-san...”

As his voice trailed off, so did his steps. But he didn’t let go of his brother’s hand--if anything, he squeezed more tightly while he looked down at it. The pause was brief, before he lifted his gaze from their hands, his smile refreshed all over again.

“Why don’t you tell me more about this place instead?”

[chivalour]

       He doesn’t notice it.

       Anyone should have, considering what turtle’s feet felt like, considering the extra sudden height on his feet, considering just about everything there was to consider in such situation, but Mutsunokami does not. He had been distracted & focused enough on an old Japanese book he had happened to find in a library ( he figured, after a certain incident, that he wasn’t quite allowed in book stores for his own good ), so when there’s a sudden extra voice in the room, it breaks that concentration that had prevented him of knowing the context of Urashima’s request.

       Though, doubtfully, he wonders if there were any context in that even if he had felt the little turtle inside his pants.

       ❝ Eh– Wha… No! ❞ The uchigatana rushes to his feet in reflex ( and part of him even in fear ) to the weird request, knowing well that Urashima would never really forcefully take off his pants… What did he even want with them? Steal them? They weren’t even his size! ❝ W-Wait a minute there, Urashima… Yer askin’ me somethin’ weird. Y-Yer brothers would kill me if they heard ya askin’ that! ❞

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For better or worse--probably worse--Urashima didn’t immediately take notice of the uchigatana’s apparent concern over his request. Really, the only thing he heard was the pointed no. Immediately, his expression shifted from one of worry over his animal friend to a pout.

“C’moooon Mutsunokami-san!” He whined as he marched to close the rest of the gap between then, only to drop to his knees and reach for the other’s pant-leg. That was the closest thing to a warning he was going to get before Urashima gave the fabric a sharp tug. “You can’t keep him trapped in there forever!”

[wifeyzashi-blog]

It was nice to have Urashima around. With the end of summer and the departure of many close friends came an onset of cold; only certain people had a brand of warmth that could combat such a feeling. Horikawa smiled at Urashima as he lifted the lid of the rice cooker, squinting his eyes against the rising steam.

“I’ve mostly been taking care of the house,” he explained, placing the lid down in its previous position. “Cleaning the halls, doing the laundry, cooking… I feed and brush the horses, too. It’s not too hard.” His hands were hastily dried of condensation on a nearby dish-towel. “Believe it or not, most of our allies end up here on their own. I don’t have to ask anyone to move in; they figure out where we are and come here by themselves. It makes things a lot easier on me.”

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“They just... show up?”

For a moment, Urashima seemed surprised at the notion, slowly blinking while he watched Horikawa go about preparing dinner. But only for a moment, before a smile overtook his face.

“So that’s how I got here so quick!” Nevermind that he had gotten lost on the way, “You make it just like back home that we’re all attracted here without a word!”

Shh, don’t tell him otherwise. Let him enjoy the magic.

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Gengen mimicked Urashima’s gesture, a hand cupping his more humanoid ears and toying with their lobes absentmindedly. Truth be told, he’d never given it much thought; his sense of hearing was impeccable, but Myumon were sound-based beings, so that was to be expected.

“I guess it works like normal,” he replied with a shrug. “What about yours? Can you hear music really well, pyon?”

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“...” Urashima had to pause to think about it. Was his hearing somehow impaired because he only had one set of ears? Was that why he’d never found any treasure--no. No that couldn’t be right. ...or could it?

“I-I think so!” He stammered, regardless of the truth of it, quickly rubbing the back of his head. This guy couldn’t prove one way or the other anyway--right? “I’ve always heard things just fine...”

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attack hugging them

falling asleep on or next to them

giving them the best back massage they’ve ever had

holding their hand for the first time

hugging them from behind when they weren’t expecting it

hugging them way too tightly

kissing their forehead or cheek

kissing their neck

kissing them softly on the lips

playfully whacking them with a pillow

sneaking up behind them and blowing a raspberry on their neck

surprise kissing them

telling them they love them for the first time

tickling them

waking them up by holding them and playing with their hair

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      – it was the little things that stuck with him.

‘Brothers’ they were said to be, forged under the same name – yet despite the fact that it would never be the truth ( his fault, always his ), Nagasone’d never been able to turn away from those innocent eyes. Eyes that were kind and curious, that said they’d always be glad to have such a strong and capable brother. And when he squeezed Urashima’s hand for the first time, it was then that Kondou-san’s blade realized he’d never be able to let that light go.

This was his little brother. He’d protect him, no matter what.

But as the tickling slowed down, so did the enthusiasm in his voice.

“Hey… Urashima.” And though the weight of his thoughts laid heavy on his shoulders, he managed to keep the smile. “You’re looking good. How long have you been here?” There came a pause, just to lick at his lips. “Hachisuka… – he’s been looking after you? He wasn’t too pleased to see me, but… well. It’s no big deal..”

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Urashima always felt conflicted when that tone drifted into his brother’s voice. He understood why the note of sadness was there, even if Nagasone wouldn’t say it outright himself. He didn’t mind, necessarily, but the smaller blade couldn’t help wishing there was more he could do; the ability to protect his elder, in some small way.

As it was, the wakizashi settled for a sheepish smile.

“It’s only been a couple days. Hachisuka-niichan found me right away.” He laughed, quietly. It had been a happy reunion, just as this one was, but thinking about it then... Urashima shook his head, his smile persisting while he reached up to tap a finger against the tip of Nagasone’s nose. “Well I’m happy enough for both of us!”

So there. He wasn’t allowed to be sad about it anymore.

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@wifeyzashi

“So you’re the one keeping this place running?”

Urashima’s statement wasn’t surprised, so much as inquisitive. It had to have taken a lot of work to keep something like the citadel running on your own. More than that, gathering all the danshi without being a saniwa...

“How’d you get ‘em all to even stay in one spot so long?”