Matchless Spear, Ruler of the Heavens!

The blood of Takeda pumps through my heart! Name: Yukimura Sanada Series: Sengoku Basara independent roleplay account

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This was... Kai?

Kai.

He was home. 

Yukimura clenched his fists tightly. He took a step forward, hearing his spears creak with the sudden movement at his back.

Sasuke had disappeared first.

It was all a blur after that--those last days at that... "sirkussu"...

But here he was. Home.

... Home...

... Masamune-dono...

The young tiger's fists unclenched and he ran into his lodgings--they felt foreign compared to the metal, rundown trailers.

But--it was a dream. It had to be a dream. Or else I'd... 

"Sasuke!" he called out, collapsing to the floor of his room. It didn't take the ninja long to appear at his side. Yes, Danna? 

But both of them knew what was coming. Both of them knew it was going to hurt Yukimura.

All they could do would be to swallow hard and try to make everything go back to the way it was.

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Maybe out of the 123 people still following me SOMEBODY WILL JOIN AND I WILL LOVE THEM FOREVER--

I don't even own US but

it deserves some spotlight ;w;/

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redhaired-tsundere replied to your post: I wonder how many people still follow this.

bubububu *gives you a chu* you will always be yukimoe ok

I miss our Izaya and Yuki RPssss...

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I wonder how many people still follow this.

I'm not active enough to be associated with UPM anymore guys... even though I miss everyone like Diana and Izaya-mun and Mono and Beato-mun...

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Okay, let's try this: Prompt meme!

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tigerkaburagi:

Like a kinkmeme without the kinks 

Let’s try this out and see how it goes! The rules are simple:

Anybody can go to your assbox and send you a prompt, anon or not—you make a post for this prompt, fulfilling the requirements asked of you. (The post you make can be open or not; it’s your choice!)

Those requesting a post; please be sensitive and don’t make your requests TOO absurd; if you are aware of it being too OOC or impossible for the character you are requesting from, they have every right to deny your request.

Posters, don’t be afraid of posting too much or too little—just have fun with it! These prompts are meant to scratch those pesky itches of your muse, so don’t stress yourself over them.

Try to fulfill prompts within three days! We’re all busy, some more than others, but you shouldn’t keep requesters waiting TOO long, now <3

With all that said, let’s all have fun with this, shall we?

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New followers~!

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endlessgoldenwitch:

;She continued to smile at the young man before the question was asked. With that, she frowned. She had been alive since around the 11th century… her past life before becoming the witch of Rokkenjima was a blank.

In fact, she was basically a witch born by Kinzo. She was born to be the golden witch, Beatrice. So her past didn’t even matter to begin with.—

Ah, to be truthfully honest… my past is blank. I’m not quite sure where I am from.

All I know is that I have been alive for a very… very long time.

... {Yukimura frowned, Beatrice's sadness instantly affecting him as well. He couldn't fully comprehend what a 'very, very long time' was to her, but it was obvious that it was longer than any human's lifespan...} 

Perhaps... you will remember someday? {Yukimura was blindly trying to find words to ease what he assumed was pain.} Or perhaps it is better that you do not know... and live for the present...!

{He offered an unsure smile to the golden haired woman, eyes sparking with hope.} 

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endlessgoldenwitch:

;A small giggle slipped past her lips as the woman raised a hand, giving the young man a gentle pat on the head. He seemed to be only 18 or 19 years old, but clearly his mind was that of a childs.—

Thank you very much, Yukimura~.

;Fortunately, it seemed that the male was willing to learn. Good~. He’ll make a nice piece as long as she kept up this act.—

You’re actually very handsome yourself.

Oh--! Y-you think so? {Yukimura couldn't help but faintly blush at that--he was unused to such compliments.} Thank you very much, Beatrice-san. {He bowed to her before standing back up straight, eyes glittering. 

She seemed nice enough~ Kind of like Izaya. Yukimura felt like he could get along just fine with this woman, raising his arms.} If I might ask, where are you from--? Your dress is unusual for anything in my Japan...

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endlessgoldenwitch:

;The witch noticed of how the young man seemed to be in awe by something. Immediately she thought it was her dress, since it was the first thing that people in the circus noticed about her appearance first.—

It’s nice to meet you, Yukimura.

  Haha~ Please know your manners, dear. It’s never nice to stare~.

Ah--! Please forgive me! It was just that... your dress is very beautiful. {He paused, realizing that may be a bit rude to some girls--hadn't Sasuke mentioned something like 'always compliment a lady' before--?} 

That is... you are also very beautiful, by yourself, Beatrice-san!

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grell-sutcliff:

“ANOTHER, prom?” Grell inquired, cocking a brow at Yukimura. “You better be clinging to that hope with all of your strength, honey — you completely destoyed this prom for yourself — I mean, just look at you now!” He grabbed his limp hand out of sheer pity to prove a point. “You’re a mess! A tragic mess~!”

“I’m disappointed, I thought that such a cute boy could have done better~” Grell said suggestively, his pout prominent. 

Yukimura felt utterly depressed over the matter with the way Grell was talking. He glanced down as his hand was lifted. "Perhaps some other event then--where I can redeem my honor--?" 

"I apologize sincerely for disappointing you, Grell-san..." Dense Yuki is dense.

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endlessgoldenwitch:

Good evening~!

;The woman seemed in a happy mood as she smiled towards the unfamiliar faces. Giving a small wave towards all of them.

But all actuallity, her smile was being used as a mask.—

I’m Beatrice~ It’s nice to meet you.

yuki-mun is taking this chance to interact with beato finally! 

{The woman's dress was absolutely extravagent and... well, gorgeous. He gazed at her in awe.} 

Greetings, Beatrice-san! I am Yukimura.

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grell-sutcliff:

“YOU WHAT!? —” Grell shrieked loudly, unable to comprehend what Yukimura had said. There was no excuse for missing prom! None! The poor kid would remain a nobody forever! Grell teared up, pitying Yukimura. “OH~ You poor soul — missing the event of your life! …Between you and me, I don’t think you were ready for it, honey. I mean… your dress kimono was very last second and you were just a poor, poor, dis~ASTER!” he pouted dramatically, forgetting to tell him the interesting tales of his own adventures at prom.

"aha... ha..." Yukimura listened as Grell spoke, halfway amused and halfway ashamed. "Will there be another chance for this 'prom' to happen, Grell-san?" The young boy tilted his head as he inquired, unused to such a tradition. He knew some festivals were yearly, and some even more common than that.

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"YOU," Grell suddenly growled, ominously gazing at his spotted prom-apprentice. "I trust that you pulled yourself together and survived for prom? I hope that my work on you wasn't a total lost cause~" he sighed, wishing that he had seen him at prom. He had been too busy flirting with the other guys in his fabulous dress. He hoped that Yukimura had not looked like a total train-wreck. That would just be bad for HIS OWN image!

YUKI-MUN LITERALLY JUMPED IN HER CHAIR WHEN SHE READ THE FIRST FEW WORDS;;;; 

"G-Grell-san!" Yukimura flinched as the red-haired man approached. "H-hah... you see... as it were... on my way to prom, I became lost in the carnival for a number of days...." He offered a sheepish laugh, eyebrows furrowing. "But... you enjoyed it, I hope?"