郵便屋

Good evening. Most call me Director, so you may as well.

[yuubinya]

ephemerecloud:

Well he shouldn’t really be surprised, Chikara had always taken his job seriously as mail courier to the Vongola. But he digressed, it hadn’t hurt to ask, especially when the information he was seeking pertained to Daemon which was very much still his business. Especially when the Mist seemed so fixated on the Decimo Famiglia.

“Vacation?” He arched an eyebrow before shaking his head. “I’ve rested long enough and the ring only lets me stray so far away from it.” Now that his request had been denied, Alaude knew he should leave but there was something stoping him. Chikara was right, he was reluctant to return for now. Not when Hibari had managed to catch a glimpse of him right before he had disappeared.

This was awkward.

Chikara revels in the awkward silence for a moment before breaking it for them. “If you want to avoid Kyouya you’re welcome to stay in my office, I won’t even make you do paperwork-- just note that the tenth cloud has a soft spot for kittens, and the headquarters is full of them.” He will admit he doesn’t appreciate Alaude being so close to the letters he seeks... It wouldn’t be much for Chikara to stop him, but he doesn’t want to have to. Hopefully Alaude is as much of a stickler for rules in death as he was in life.

[yuubinya]

alcortheanguished:

yuubinya:

alcortheanguished:

“My apologies as well. I wasn’t aware that you were there.” Alcor took the stranger’s offer and went inside first, but held the door open for him to follow after. “This is my favorite place to go. I become distracted at times.”

Chikara nods, thanking the stranger for holding the door. “It is a rather nice place to get a treat, I don’t blame you for being distracted– I was too, after all.” He’s here to pick up a coffee for Reborn, but was busy thinking about which flavor cat donut he wants to pick up for himself.

Alcor smiled at him. “You’ve been so courteous to me. You may go in line before me”, he said. “I usually spend some time lounging here after getting my drink.”

“I appreciate the gesture, but you go right ahead. I’m not finished deciding what I want yet.” The strawberry donut tastes good, but the calico donut only comes in plain...

[yuubinya]

WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS? BOLD ANY WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT THEY LIKE.

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For Chikara:

Fire.  Ice. Water. Dreams. Air.  Claws. Fangs. Wings. Gold.  Diamonds.  Grass.  Leaves. Bright blue skies. Trees. Roses. Metal.  Iron.  Rust.  Rain. Greenery. Snow.  Hurricanes. Lace.  Silk.  Cotton.  Sun.  Moon. Stars.  Blood.  Dirt.  Mud.  Silver.  Steel.  Sugar. Salt. Lavender. Glass. Wood.  Paper.  Coinage. Wool. Fur. Scales. Smoke.  Ash.  Ocean. Bruise.  Scar.  Wind. Spices. Light. Dark. Paint. Charcoal.  Wine. Hard liquor.  Sweat. Dust. Fresh fish.  Bare feet.  Canine.  Feline.  Coffee.  Torrents. Tea.  Books.  Dreamcatcher. Scratches. Petals. Seashells. Thorns.  Hay.  Glitter.  Heat. Cold.  Steam.  Frost. Candle. Sword. Dagger.  Arrow. Hammer. Shield.  Spikes.  Sand.  Rocks. Roots. Tornadoes.  Feathers.  Pearls.   Rubies. Sapphires. Emeralds. Herbs. Waves. Lightning. Sunlight. Moonlight.  Clay.  Stone.  Brick.  Axe.  Ale.  Grit.  Leather. Cigarettes. Dawn. Dusk.  Bone. Flesh.  Glow.  Black. White. Cufflinks. Rolex.  Spit.  Tears.  Wolves. Lions. Ravens. Eagles. Boats.  Marble. Fruit. Meat.  Poison. Medicine. Snake. Bird. Spider. Clock.  Shell. Chains. Ribbon. Tie. Hat.  Heart.  Spade.  Map.  Boots. Love.  Loss. Healer. Killer. Liar. Games. Mirror. Stitches.

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[yuubinya]

⭐️

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

⭐️ x 1

Chikara has one of Alaude’s jackets as a keepsake of sorts, taken from his home after his passing. He keeps it in good condition, and it’s yet to fade or otherwise lose its integrity.

[yuubinya]

greedmist:

yuubinya:

“Yes. I don’t have any cats of my own, but I don’t really feel the need. Namimori strays are free to come and go as they would like, so I always have company.” As for Reborn…

“I suppose that makes me a thrill-seeker, then, doesn’t it? I doubt he’d do much to me, a waste of a bullet. He’d much rather shoot at Decimo anyway.” For the most part. “Shopping is just as dangerous as Reborn, only it targets your wallet instead of your vital organs.” 

“I suppose that is a correct assessment.”  In perfect honestly, even the wildest of shopping sprees wouldn’t put a dent in Mammon’s bank accounts – though he always tended to keep a close eye on them anyway.

The tea shop, when the reached it, had a rather welcoming and smokey interior, laden with fabric and textures, and they were ushered to the sitting area.

Sitting primly on one of the pillows, several of which were arranged around a low table, Mammon brushed out the folds of his cloak.  “I suppose now comes a rather important question: what sort of tea do you prefer?”

“It’s a shame you can’t exchange labor for goods directly, instead you exchange labor for notes and coins, which you then exchange for things. How unnecessary.” Chikara takes a cursory glance around the tea house, noting where everything is before turning his attention back to Mammon.

“Oolong, milk preferably, but others will suffice.”

[yuubinya]

greedmist:

“Stray cats?  Mine used to be a stray,” he mused.  “Technically, she still is; she seems to do as she pleases.”

He supposed he should have guessed that Chikara collected pens and stationary, however; in retrospect, it seemed obvious.

“Annoying Reborn can be entertaining as well as dangerous.

Shopping, however, is relatively safe.”  Relatively.  “I used to do the same when I was in France and America.”

“Yes. I don’t have any cats of my own, but I don’t really feel the need. Namimori strays are free to come and go as they would like, so I always have company.” As for Reborn...

“I suppose that makes me a thrill-seeker, then, doesn’t it? I doubt he’d do much to me, a waste of a bullet. He’d much rather shoot at Decimo anyway.” For the most part. “Shopping is just as dangerous as Reborn, only it targets your wallet instead of your vital organs.” 

[yuubinya]

alcortheanguished:

yuubinya:

@alcortheanguished

“Ah, excuse me.” Chikara nearly bumps into someone heading into the bakery at the same time. White hair and white eyelashes, how unique. He’s been alive for many years and he’s not met many people so devoid of color… It looks nice on him– but he supposes people tend to look best the way they were born, so it’s not surprising.

“You go ahead, my apologies.”

“My apologies as well. I wasn’t aware that you were there.” Alcor took the stranger’s offer and went inside first, but held the door open for him to follow after. “This is my favorite place to go. I become distracted at times.”

Chikara nods, thanking the stranger for holding the door. “It is a rather nice place to get a treat, I don’t blame you for being distracted-- I was too, after all.” He’s here to pick up a coffee for Reborn, but was busy thinking about which flavor cat donut he wants to pick up for himself.

[yuubinya]

⭐️⭐️⭐️

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

⭐️ x 3

1. Chikara finds the stark difference between Dino and Ciro exceptionally refreshing.

2. If Dino were a food, Chikara thinks he’d be maple cream.

3. Dino’s penmanship makes Chikara a very happy cat, he’d be proud if he was Dino’s writing teacher.

[yuubinya]

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. 

⭐️ x 18, 6-18 under cut for length.

1. Chikara hates Reborn’s handwriting.

2. He also finds Reborn’s name to be aesthetically unpleasing when sans serif. It’s marginally more pleasing serif, especially when all capitalized.

3. Chikara has never thrown away any of Reborn’s letters, even if most some of them contain nothing important or meaningful.

4. Reborn is the only male Chikara has ever let sleep in his house since 1903 aside from any of the strays.

5. Chikara buys Reborn a lot of unnecessary gifts, like a chameleon themed things and novelty ties

6. According to Chikara, Reborn smells best when he’s not working or when he’s just woken up, since there isn’t any blood or gun smoke to make him stink.

7. Despite everything he says, Chikara is actually incredibly fond of Reborn.

8. When Reborn dies, Chikara has decided, is when he’ll retire his courier profession. At least for the mafia, anyway.

9. Chikara wants to ‘twin’ for a day, where they wear the same thing. He’s yet to find a copy of his uniform that would fit Reborn, though.

10. There are few things Chikara won’t do for Reborn.

11. Despite assuming he won’t use them, Chikara likes to send Reborn stickers, stamps, and cute pens.

12. Chikara eats tomatoes for Reborn.

13. Reborn’s tone and dialect is difficult for Chikara to emulate, which is why he never pretends to be him– not that he has a use for pretending to be Reborn.

14. Chikara is very upset that Reborn will eventually die, but he’s more upset with himself for getting emotionally attached to a human again.

15. While he does know Reborn’s ‘original’ name, he’ll likely never tell anyone. Not even Reborn, assuming he doesn’t remember his own name.

[Cat Form]

16. He’s more than willing to be a ‘trusty steed’ for arcobaleno sized Reborn. Adult Reborn is ‘too heavy’, even though Chikara could be car sized if he wished…

17. Chikara has actually stopped ‘hunting’ bugs because of Reborn, not that he’ll admit it.

18. Reborn’s lap is incredibly uncomfortable, and not good for cat naps, but his chest is ok– provided he doesn’t shove Chikara off two seconds after he settles down.

[yuubinya]

⭐️

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

⭐️ x 1

Chikara thinks Tsuna looks like he should smell like oranges and vanilla.

[promptsareus-blog1]

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

[yuubinya]

greedmist:

yuubinya:

“While I certainly have no objections, I do find it curious. Not many care to know much about me, though I suppose I am only a messenger– a little guy, I believe it’s called.” Chikara hums, smiling at Mammon.

“Ask away, dear illusionist. I am, for the most part, an open book.” He has but one thing to hide, and he doesn’t think Mammon is on that train of thought anyway.

His odd manner of speaking was, frankly, rather refreshing.  It reminded Mammon, slightly, of his own struggle to keep up with the passage of time and evolution of language while under the Arcobaleno curse.

“Surely delivering mail cannot take up all of your time.

“How do you spend your free time, Chikara?”  Often, the answer to this particular question could reveal much about a person.  Or simply nothing at all. But, in its own way, even that had the potential to be enlightening.

“When not delivering mail I like to care for stray cats. I am also fond of collecting pens and stationery... and I suppose annoying the life out of Reborn is also a hobby...” That’s really all he does nowadays, he’s probably very boring.

“I used to play dress up and go shopping when I had fashion conscious friends, but without them I find it all boring.”

[straightboyfriend]

why do some of u like to demonize cats….. just bc they dont act like dogs & show their emotions like dogs doesnt mean they dont love u… cats are full of love & soft & have the best triangle ears

[abuelitalesbiana]

this is the only post on this website that matters

[yuubinya]

swords-and-bats:

yuubinya:

@swords-and-bats

“Yamamoto Takeshi, I take it?” Chikara swings his legs as he sits in his chair, leaning forward and grinning at the Vongola guardian who walked through his door. “Good evening, I was told to expect you today.” Unlike the rest of Tsuna’s guardians, Takeshi is civilized. No explosions, no yelling, no candy stuck in his hair… Et cetera.

He smells kind of like he owns a dog, but Chikara chooses to ignore that. Just because dogs are gross doesn’t mean dog people are also gross.

Usually.

“Yo!” Takeshi laughed easily and raised a hand in greeting, walking over and sitting across from him. “You’re Chikara, right? Vongola messenger to the stars.” He grins impishly. “Or asylum, as the case may be. What can I do for you today?”

“Messenger to the stars? I’m unfamiliar with that terminology, but sure-- I am a celestial being, after all.” He picks up a letter sitting on his desk, holding it out to Takeshi. “I do hope you’ll overlook the fact that I’ve had you come to pick up your letter? While I do prefer to hand deliver, I am the director of a business-- Sometimes leaving the office just won’t do.”

He’s upset about it, but what can you do? A business is a business, and a director needs to make sure it runs properly. Even if it means sitting in the office all day and filling and filing forms.

“I was going to just deliver it to you tomorrow, but Tsunayoshi insisted you be sent over...” He can be pretty persistent when he wants to be, but Chikara supposes having at least one guardian know how to get to VGCS headquarters isn’t a bad idea.

[yuubinya]

greedmist:

“Ah.  In that case, we can go now.”

Having tea earlier than anticipated certaintly wasn’t an unwelcome event, and it would be nice to get to know Chikara a little better.  The courier seemed like pleasant company, and as he was more civilized than his usual Varia company – (Belphegor) – Mammon would be able to enjoy his tea.

Out on the street, he tucked his hands within his cloak, keeping his fingers warm; although it wasn’t particular chilly out, the breeze had a bite to it and Mammon grew cold easily.  “It occured to me that, beyond your work as the Vongola’s courier, I do not know you all that well.

If you will excuse my curiosity, I would like to become more aquainted with you.”

“While I certainly have no objections, I do find it curious. Not many care to know much about me, though I suppose I am only a messenger-- a little guy, I believe it’s called.” Chikara hums, smiling at Mammon.

“Ask away, dear illusionist. I am, for the most part, an open book.” He has but one thing to hide, and he doesn’t think Mammon is on that train of thought anyway.

[yuubinya]

@alcortheanguished

“Ah, excuse me.” Chikara nearly bumps into someone heading into the bakery at the same time. White hair and white eyelashes, how unique. He’s been alive for many years and he’s not met many people so devoid of color... It looks nice on him-- but he supposes people tend to look best the way they were born, so it’s not surprising.

“You go ahead, my apologies.”

[yuubinya]

greedmist:

yuubinya:

“You assumed correctly, I would be in Japan if I had gone. Unfortunately, Reborn made a request and detained me to his home, so I had to give the letter to a subordinate. I assure you, though, that your mail has arrived at the target location safely and soundly.” Good, Mammon doesn’t suspect any inconsistency… yet.

“Now… Did you need something from Reborn? He’s out at the moment, but I can keep a message. Alternatively, I can keep you company until he returns. It shouldn’t be too long, he’s running a personal errand.” Rather than working, which would take significantly longer.

Something seemed… off, still, but he disregarded the thought.

“No need; I can return later.

If you would like, you may join me for tea.  There is a shop just down the road that I frequent, and I will be there in roughly half an hour.”

Tea was always better with company.

“I’d love to. Reborn’s house is boring, anyway. He can come find me again when he needs me.” Chikara takes out his keys and locks Reborn’s door, exiting the apartment and standing with Mammon in the hallway.

“I’ll just go with you.”