#( ❀ ) ── signed‚ the sixth kasan.

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sleepy nonsense featuring kabukimono :)

cw. none! this is a more ambiguous setting ( up to your heart to decide whether this is romantic or platonic ). i wrote this way past my bedtime so it's messy www

inazuma was always cold.

not that's anything new. it's common knowledge that inazuma's breeze, regardless of weather, always held onto the tender yet unforgiving chill of its winters. your breaths tangled with the wind, forming into cute little clouds before dissipating then making a return with each slow exhale against your hands that were entwined together for warmth.

ah, never forget the soft sand below your feet and the shore embracing your ankles briefly. they weren't as cold, but they sure weren't forgiving either. this was becoming a bit of a worry for the one walking beside you under the moonlight, noticing the subtle shades of sunset that seemed to coat your cheeks and tips of your fingers more.

“are you really okay? you look more cold...” kabukimono's gentle tone resounded in your ears, worried for you still. his gaze is hesitant to leave your figure, taking notice of your slightly tense shoulders. ‘is my veil not enough?’ he thought to himself, even with your haori on along with his thin veil; you still didn't appear comfortable with this weather.

he snapped himself out of his slowly growing panic at just the right time, hearing the good old,

“i'm alright, kabuki. it's not that cold.”

excuse you? ‘not that cold?’

no, absolutely not, he couldn't have that for a response. not this time. and you were a bit taken aback to see him knit his brows and purse his lips by the slightest bit... archons, not that face.

anything but kabukimono's displeased expression.

you directed your gaze to the faraway horizon, rendering him unable to see your defeated smile. all that reverberated in your ears was the faint sound of his thorough footsteps on the sand, standing right before you yet he still couldn't catch your attention like he often did. if there was anyone more stubborn than nagamasa, it was you. ( at least, your stubbornness acted up in more trivial settings like now )

“(name)?” the puppet called out with gentle reproach, well aware that the softer tone would prompt you to look at him again. and true to his hypothesis; you did. he wasn't able to suppress the soft smile that painted his face, unable to not pass up the opportunity of admiring the adorable shade of red adorning your cheeks, the tip of your nose and knuckles from the chilly weather.

unlike him.

nevertheless... he took in a subtle breath, along with a moment then uttered; “you don't have to lie to me, you know.” kabukimono practically embraced the reassurance you often exhibited tightly at that moment, even more so as he extended his arms for you. “come here.”

too gentle and warm of a soul as kabukimono was, not at all hesitating to give out the invitation just as you unhesitatingly accepted it. a step closer, then another, and another, until you found yourself shielded by his arms. the little things, like how the hem of his silken kimono occasionally grazed the edges of your legs, the fabric dancing to the chilly wind that was the tiniest bit warmer than his porcelain skin, all the more icy against yours.

but that could never quill the warmth that stemmed from this puppet's endearing actions. whatever the cold breeze gave to you, whatever the cold shore provided, was all but naught as you showered more in the comfort his embrace brought.

“do you feel better?” kabukimono murmured, and he was delighted to see you withdraw all the while appearing more relaxed now. though just as you were about to speak; trickles of rain began to pour down. how convenient.

whilst you smiled, his ecstatic giggle carried out the brief silence, his veil draping over both of you side by side while slowly but surely making haste to tatarasuna village. aware that one way or another, neither of you was going to make it back dry nor warm.

here's to another earful from toki.

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꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ — koneko no netsu.

|| three little felines in a small crate was what you found on your way back home with groceries. the rain was heavy that day, and the little ones were practically looking at you with plea to take them back with you. and you did; determined to take care of them and naturally convince kuronushi to allow the kittens to stay with you two in your shared home.

content warning. absolutely nothing apart from 'nushi addressing you by many endearments and his lore established in this mini series is all fanon and written personally by me. same goes for inazuma's setting :)

additional notes. this mini series has been on my mind since my cat birthed three little menaces lmao but! while this concept was supposed to be with wanderer initially, i ended up going for kuronushi because why not~ and perhaps because i wanted to write a lot of fluff after the damage my kabukimono series has done (⁠；⁠^▽^)

artwork credit. swx___ on twt.

— unexpected greeting.

the little one named kabukimono.

the little one named kunikuzushi.

the little one named shingetsu.

— bittersweet goodbye.

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tags have been revamped! will post the navigation for them after i change up my navigation post and base theme ~

special thanks to suzu ( @/fatuismooches ) for being the main inspiration for my new tags 🤍 as well as my alt blog hehe

[ughscara]

જ⁀ 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠. ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

. . . very self-explanatory. you merely wanted to give your lover a hug.

— ꒰⁠ the eccentric squad ꒱. fluff.

word count ( combined ). 612.

content warning. absolutely nothing apart from everyone ( except 'nushi ) being surprised pikachu face, but different flavors.

additional notes. please have this really short and kinda rushed piece until i work something out for my 100 followers special that isn't just a kabukimono drawing thanks 🤍

星. ( wc: 114 )

out of the four — kuronushi is the least surprised one. but you do earn an amused yet warm smile out of him. his arms would envelope you in a soft embrace.

despite the calm disposition; you had his heart soaring in his chest. and truly, even if something was weighing on your mind, he would still reciprocate with a heartbeat because if there is one thing the kasan adores; it's spoil his loving darling with love.

“what’s with the sudden gesture, songbird?” he'd ask in a knowing tone, which earns him a slightly sweeter smile and for your gentle embrace to tighten slightly in response.

that was all he needed for an answer.

太陽. ( wc: 146 )

kabukimono undergoes the five stages of grief, but make it surprise.

first it would be him being the very embodiment of a statue as he remains still in place, rightfully taken aback. the second would have him internalizing that this is reality, he wasn't having another fleeting dream again. the third would leave him internalizing this some more as his arms subconsciously wrap around your figure. the fourth would be the stage of realization as a small smile adorns his face, a smile that eventually softens then brightens as the fifth stage would be him enthusiastically reciprocating the embrace.

“you startled me for a bit there,” the puppet would confess with a slight laugh, “is something wrong?”

“not at all,” you'd respond, your tone warm and reassuring as ever. which only makes his smile widen in sheer joy.

“i just wanted to give you a hug.”

月. ( wc: 173 )

out of the four — kunikuzushi is the most surprised one. the definition of a statue as his mind short circuits. the tension hugged him tighter in contrast to you, and he looks at you; confusion clouding the incredibly faint glimmer of curiosity in his eyes.

just what exactly is going on through your head this time to distract him from doing his nails? honestly, how annoyingly unpredictable could you get. but the balladeer digressed, choosing to situate a hand of his on your back. it was the best he could do for now.

“what is it?” he'd ask in a quiet tone, his gaze expressing indifference yet his touch on you is gentle and lingering as he brought you a little bit closer to him. his hand subconsciously trailing down to your lower back as your embrace grew warmer and more reassuring to him, causing the tension to leave his body bit by bit.

“nothing.” you replied, still maintaining that smile of yours as you felt his arm loosely wrap around you.

日食. ( wc: 179 )

the wanderer is a bit of both kabukimono and kunikuzushi. sure, you suddenly decided to hug him while he was occupied with cooking lunch for the two of you and nahida, but the gesture wasn't unwelcome. neither was it unwanted.

he was still occupied with cutting the zaytun peaches and the bulle fruits for the little sprout, so how he reciprocates your embrace is by pausing his work and leaning his head slightly against yours, a slight smile adorning his face as he observes the way your expression brightens at his choice of how to reciprocate the gesture.

his lips sneakily find their way to plant a featherlight kiss to your head before he directs his attention back to slicing the bulle fruits into neat, ever so slightly uneven cuts. and the wanderer relishes in being able to feel your gaze on him, better yet, being in your arms from behind. but such words are feelings are better left unsaid.

after all, you are aware and so is he. what's the point in expressing such feelings through words?

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// 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

kabukimono themed tags !! general things.

⚘ㅤ⎯ㅤ ꒰͡⠀   ׅ   idling by the shore.   𝆬⠀⠀͡꒱  ׂㅤ↬ misc.

⚘ㅤ⎯ㅤ ꒰͡⠀   ׅ   new discoveries.   𝆬⠀⠀͡꒱  ׂㅤ↬ reblogs.

⚘ㅤ⎯ㅤ ꒰͡⠀   ׅ   to the forge.   𝆬⠀⠀͡꒱  ׂㅤ↬ musings / hcs / blurbs.

kuronushi themed tags !! all regarding writing.

❀ㅤ⎯ㅤ ꒰͡⠀   ׅ   scribed; the sixth kasan.   𝆬⠀⠀͡꒱  ׂㅤ↬ written pieces. ( one-shots )

❀ㅤ⎯ㅤ ꒰͡⠀   ׅ   commissioned to the fifth.   𝆬⠀⠀͡꒱  ׂㅤ↬ your blurbs / submissions.

❀ㅤ⎯ㅤ ꒰͡⠀   ׅ   annotated by kuronushi.   𝆬⠀⠀͡꒱  ׂㅤ↬ drabbles. ( unadded to m.list )

the balladeer themed tags !! mutual / follower interactions.

✶ㅤ⎯ㅤ ꒰͡⠀   ׅ   signed off; the balladeer.   𝆬⠀⠀͡꒱  ׂㅤ↬ general responses.

✶ㅤ⎯ㅤ ꒰͡⠀   ׅ   over matcha cakes with; ( mutual name ).   𝆬⠀⠀͡꒱  ׂㅤ↬ mutuals.

✶ㅤ⎯ㅤ ꒰͡⠀   ׅ   the missing chess piece.   𝆬⠀⠀͡꒱  ׂㅤ↬ anonymous asks.

the wanderer themed tags !! artworks and additional.

១ㅤ⎯ㅤ ꒰͡⠀   ׅ   doodle break.   𝆬⠀⠀͡꒱  ׂㅤ↬ self-explanatory.

១ㅤ⎯ㅤ ꒰͡⠀   ׅ   thesis presented by hat guy.   𝆬⠀⠀͡꒱  ׂㅤ↬ story analysis / discussion.

១ㅤ⎯ㅤ ꒰͡⠀   ׅ   proofread by nahida.   𝆬⠀⠀͡꒱  ׂㅤ↬ icymi.

the individual and self-explanatory tags won't be added here as to not take up more of the post. you can see them below if you want to~ you'll be seeing familiar names ‹3

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eccentric squad hcs: birthdays.

kabukimono isn't too familiar with the concept. truthfully, he has heard about it, but never has he bore witness to the custom of celebrating the day. one thing the puppet has picked from you is to follow what he feels and believes to be right, and in this case; he's ensuring your smile stays radiant all the while he cooks your favorite meal. it's a simple gesture as he doesn't really have anything grand to offer, but the moment you are greeted with what he cooked for you with the help of katsuragi who gave him advice on making your favorite dessert on your humble dinner table alongside some tea, the smile that adorned his face couldn't possibly get any brighter.

kuronushi never really paid any mind to "such a thing" as he considers it. he rarely — actually never — celebrates his own birthday because the concept to him feels stale and not as intriguing. he prefers his solitude. but when you came into his mundane life; it was as if a million doors, each filled with many possibilities and new experiences have been opened for him. what was once such a stale thing was now held dear to him, never has ever thought of never providing you the joy you provide him. and so, as your birthday drew near, he ensures the best possible atmosphere in his favorite spot on kannazuka island; scrolls and ink brush in hand as he draws a portrait of you alongside writing a haiku for you. by the time you're home, you're immediately dragged to sit on his lap as he muses all about you.

kunikuzushi ( the balladeer ) quite frankly doesn't care. similar to kuronushi, he finds it stale but to the benevolent sixth harbinger; it is something he finds completely unnecessary. and again, similar to kuronushi, a lot of things have been opened once you stepped into his life — you make him happy in a way that feels sickening to him, the mere thought of you makes a foreign warmth envelope his chest and... honestly, those feelings you bestowed upon him are a hassle to deal with. yet here he is, taking you out on an unexpected "get-together" as he perceives it in your favorite café in snezhnaya. allowing you to order whatever you desire with it all on him; as he watches you treat yourself like you deserve all with a small smile hidden behind a cup of coffee. spoiling you despite your protests was indeed the best way he could go on about celebrating it for the time being.

the wanderer is a simple individual. while birthdays, just like his previous incarnations, is something he doesn't celebrate a lot if not at all — for you, he's willing to make both an exception and an effort. sewing has been something he returned to doing recently, and similar to how he done with a little fledgling he used to nurture; he sews a doll for you. two actually — one that looks a lot more like him that he insists you keep on your person while the other looks like you, which he keeps with his other companion residing under his hat. teasing him about how long it took will earn you a scoff out of him as he replies with a less than vague answer. but apart from that simple yet meaningful gift, he does it all while you're in his safe space, somewhere in the rainforest in which only the wind is witness to his immense love for you.

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so early into the day, as the birds of dawn sing songs anew — he finds himself in your company, the warmth of your touch melting the coldness enveloping his body.

seriously, did you have to be such an early riser? no, did you have to wake up so early just so he gets a 'breather'? such trivial things he indulged you in, he swore.

but even so, in spite of his supposed dislike to this activity of yours; he never once felt agitated, never once feeling that same coldness take over that hollow part in his chest, all he felt was warmth.

snezhnaya's winter is unforgiving, and with you being a lowly mortal he was bothered ( worried ) about the idea of you possibly getting sick, he refuses ( will with a heartbeat ) to take care of you. he will never allow you to walk outside your residence without wearing that fluffy coat of his, the scent of dendrobium perfume emitting from it.

as you two walk around near the shore, hand in hand as you smile to your breathing becoming a mist in the cold air, you turn your attention to him; his face illuminated by the gentle lighting of the sun rising from afar, midnight locks dancing to the melody of the breeze and... ah, you were doing it again.

the balladeer felt eyes on him, while eyeing you from the side, his suspicions were correct.

he returned your tooth-rotting sweet gaze with a somewhat annoyed one. feeling... well, 'annoyed' under your loving gaze. crimson slowly but surely creeping up to his cheeks.

“quit it.” he sneered. you hum.

“quit what?”

looking at me like that. he wanted to say, but that warmth in his chest arose and the redness of his cheeks deepened in shade the longer he held your gaze, instead choosing to turn his attention back to the road ahead.

you chuckle, a knowing and soft smile tugging at your lips as he silently squeezed your hand ever so slightly.

with your attention away from him, he eyes you from the side once again, his lips pursed together to fight that smile threatening to present itself at the sight of you under the sunlight, the tip of your nose and cheeks slightly reddened from the cold, your unoccupied hand held up to your chest to ensure that his coat doesn't fall off... hm, even he done the same thing you did.

the sight of you invoked something, deep down, simply prompting him to allow that smile to roam. perhaps it was your reassuring presence that he's yet to get accustomed to, but during these moments in which it's only you and him, he doesn't have to be the esteemed sixth harbinger, scaramouche. but rather be;

kunikuzushi. a soul who seeks nothing but for someone to understand him, for someone to care for him, to allow him a chance to love or be loved. perhaps both if fate was kind enough.

that, he received from you.

and it's due to such reasons that he, truthfully, came to prefer these sunrise walks as time went on; hand in hand or you held close by his side, painting the sand beneath your feet as he quietly listens to you talk about everything and anything, or hear all about the drama that occurred in yesterday's harbinger meeting.

these moments are serving a reminder that he gets to see you and, of utmost importance to him,

you two get to bask in this blissful eternity, giving yourselves away to the selfish desire to remain together longer.

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eccentric squad hcs: petnames and endearments.

kabukimono is surprisingly not one for petnames and endearments. at least not often. he adores hearing you address him by such, but he doesn't address you by anything apart from your name. you playfully inquired about why he doesn't address you the way you do him with petnames and endearments, but he only smiled; exclaiming about how your name is much too wonderful and better suits you than any other endearment out there. he doesn't address you by petnames, he prefers endearments; with his favorite to use being "dear." exactly the one you address him by often. as addresses you by such an endearment, a bright smile adorns his face at the sight of you smiling in response to it.

kuronushi is down bad enough to use every endearment and petname he believes suits you. he is an individual of words when it comes to you, and he loves you enough to be openly affectionate with you without a care of teyvat's sky. while you address him by nicknames and endearments more than petnames, he is a sucker for all three — never ceasing to leave you dumbfounded and at times a little touched by how much he truly thinks about you and which suits you best. his most frequently used are your nickname along with "love" and "darling." saying them with such love as he gently traces your jawline and smiles at the sight of that soft shade of red creep up to your cheeks and that ever familiar smile he so adores.

kunikuzushi ( the balladeer ) is at all not one for such a thing, deeming the gesture as of little to no significance to him. but surprisingly, he does have a nickname for you. albeit something he uses very rarely, he does address you by said nickname when you happen to be down. if you have the courage to read his journal that he rarely writes in ( you did read a bit ) he muses about using the same tactic you use as a signifier that he's in trouble, but backwards; while you address him as "kunikuzushi" to signify he's in for a bit of trouble, he uses endearments for you as a signifier that you are in deep trouble — all with a sly yet hallow smile as his hand find its way to rest on your shoulder as he whispers a husky, low spoken "my love" into your ear. honorable mention to "sweetheart" that he uses once in a blue moon.

the wanderer alternates a lot. mainly because it's very mood dependent on both your and his end, but it's more of the latter. he addresses you by name a lot more, but behind closed doors, he finds himself unable to suppress the desire to reciprocate every single time you address by his name, by an endearment, whatever it may be with so much love that it leaves his heart weighed down from how overwhelmingly good your love feels. that desire is never triggered until he holds you close or the other way around, doesn't matter, so long as he's held close to you — a small smile adorns his face as he watches that smile of yours widen whilst he holds you closer to him, his lips planting a soft kiss to the corners of yours. similar to 'nushi, "darling" is a common one for him. but if he's feeling particularly good, he uses either "doll" or "dollface."

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you stare blankly at the cup of tea in front of you on the counter, spinning the tea spoon around in circles in an agonizingly slow manner, your mind in a daze as you remain in your stride, still mixing the ingredients in the cup.

mixing, mixing, and you continue to mix them.

you sigh softly through your nose after a good while of repeating the process. your actions may as well serve as a metaphor to how you've been recently,

and it doesn't fail in weighing your heart down with those mixed emotions.

a pat on your shoulder caused you to snap out of your daze in freight. “yikes!” you yelped, looking to your left to be greeted with none other than the familiar face of your lover.

“shit... you scared me,” you sigh deeply in relief, holding a hand up to your chest, heart hammering against your ribcage. kunikuzushi only chuckled in amusement at your response, walking to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“my bad,” he apologized, you know full well that he isn't at all apologetic about scaring you. not when the amusement laced his voice.

you return your attention to the cup of tea on the counter, but this time, you aren't doing anything. just holding the tea spoon with the tips of your fingers as your unoccupied hand found itself in his hair, gently combing through his soft locks.

while that action of yours was on instinct, there was an intent to keep your troubled mind hidden. perhaps, you thought, if you still act like your usual self to his physical affection, then he wouldn't suspect a thing.

but that didn't appear to be the case.

“doll,” he coos, gently squeezing you in his embrace from behind, “you're in an uncharacteristically sour mood.”

your eyes widened slightly. a soft smile tugged at your lips as you eyed him from the side. “how so?” you inquire, that soft smile still adorning your face. but much to your dismay, the softness of your smile was evidently hollow in his eyes.

“well,” he began, gaze darting down to the cup of tea you've been tending to for the past ten minutes. “first and foremost, you aren't making your tea as energetically. this blend isn't even your favorite.”

“second, this morning, you did an incredibly lousy job at trying to convince aunt beur that you were okay. you know nothing can escape her watchful gaze. and honestly, you weren't being subtle in the slightest.”

his third reasoning was left unsaid. mainly because you too already know of what it was; you weren't making an effort on anything. that sweet expression he so adores was nowhere in sight for the past month, and your condition worsened during the last two weeks.

it felt like, as he pointed all of that out, those negative mixed emotions, the overwhelming tiredness — all of it finally caught up to you, and weighed your heart down once again.

it was when he saw your hallow smile falter that he knew he was right, with minimal effort, he positioned you to rest your head against the crook of his neck, his fingers combing through your hair. “tell me, darling,” kunikuzushi spoke, his voice quiet, “what's on your mind, hm?”

you felt your heart clamp around itself. it felt so unbearably tight, the way all those feelings hugged your heart to a point it felt suffocating.

but in contrast, his embrace made you feel like you were shielded from the world.

you buried your face against the crook of his neck, “i'm tired...” you murmured, voice shrouded in what he presumed to be the same emotion you speak of; tiredness. “i'm so, so tired, kuni. it's all so much...” your hands find their way upwards to his chest, your fists clenched as your shoulders began to shake slightly.

those tears of yours began to well up and eventually, they roamed free.

as you cry in his embrace, speak of everything that's been weighing you down in-between chocked sobs, your arms eventually reciprocate his embrace tightly. and he remains there through it all; holding you close, gently stroking your back as he listened attentively to each and every word you said.

as much as it pained him seeing you in such a state, you had every right to feel that way. from the sheer responsibility to everything that's been wearing your body down.

“shh... it's okay,” he reassured. “it's okay, i'm here.”

and that was all it took for your heart to feel a little at ease again, albeit not completely, it was more than enough to make your heart bask in the warmth his words provided.

you remain a while like this, still in his arms as you allow your tears to roam, it felt nice being held this close again. you won't deny that you missed it.

“sorry...” you murmured whilst raising your head up, wiping your tears away.

“how many times have i told you to quit apologizing? seriously, aren't you the same person who always tells me there's no shame in letting your emotions roam free?” he remarked with a feigned annoyed huff. allowing himself to gently wipe your tear stains with his thumb, a soft smile adorned his face as he heard you chuckle to his words.

with little effort, he led you out of the kitchen with a hand behind your back. “now,” he hummed. “how about i brew you some tea? the one you made was an abomination.”

another chuckle escaped your lips. “oh hush, you. i was just in daze making it.” you sighed. really, the thought of having his tea sounded much better, even though you weren't craving it at the moment.

a second of silence flew by.

“i would appreciate a cup of tea, actually.”

“much better. now go make yourself comfortable on the sofa, i won't take long.”