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Indie Kasugami. || Est. 4.5.16. Rp, Ask, & Art Blog "Now, I, Kasugami, grant you the power of mist. Glisten over all creation like fleeting dew!"

[retokyo]

Colours Seed Vase Lights

[thegoodvybe]

[japan-overload]

by  かがみ～

[thismakeup]

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

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[ourbedtimedreams]

Fushimi Inari by Nemashou!

[healthyandfitfoods]

Don’t starve yourself. Eat healthy! Get inspired.

[japan-overload]

by  かがみ～

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[thegoodvybe]

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[thismakeup]

[deeplifequotes]

Anything that costs you your peace is too expensive….learn to let it go.

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[makeuphall]

[warriorsofcrimsonrealms]

Unexpected Bar Encounter. (Closed)

@veilofmist

“So this is the bar huh? I swear you guys went seriously out of your way to find a good one.” Moegami or Clan Head Suzaku as his large group calls him. Which forever made Moegami wonder when did they pick up Yakuza mannerisms and why Suzaku? He wasn’t gone that long and he never decided on a human alias since he’s only around them. But anyway, Moegami and his group of friends was in front of a bar. Moegami wasn’t usually one who entered them but he made an exception since everyone wanted to celebrate.

“Well, lets head in everyone.” Moegami had his pipe appeared, deciding to smoke it a bit before walking in. The rest of his group was already smoking their pipes, So all within the bar was in for a strange sight as him and his entourage of pipe using smokers walks in.

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The chime of the bell drew her attention quickly enough, dark gaze drifting from cleaning shot glasses to the bar patrons emerging. Several faces were unfamiliar, passing glances which might have been shared before but nothing enough to solidify them to memory. Yet behind them, entering last was a face Kasugami knew very well!

“Brother?” The shot glass in hand clattered and tipped to the counter top as she hastily emptied her hands. Drying them on a nearby, cleaner rag, Kasugami was already well on her way ‘round the counter before she said more. “What’re you doing here?”

[veilofmist-blog1]

howlingxwinds:

“Even so, It’s not often I get this kind of help.”

The wetness mixing itself with his blood hurt like hell, but Kotaro would still struggle not to move it. Ultimately, cleaning it out would help.

“Yeah, but that’s not right! Everyone should be treated if they’re hurt!”

Kasugami hardly seemed to factor in why that person was injured, or perhaps it simply did not cross her mind to. The fact that there was pain meant there was work to be done, after all.