#Shikiya

[pollyxart]

i missed you

[autophagy]

Happy Valentines Day from a few of my RP muses! ♥ @upon-blades-twilight @corvid-lullaby

[kiyafromkiri]

@eyecanfixthat​ replace 03 pen or 05 with poisons and you got Kiya

[shanks]

硯り

[senjo]

[gabbyp09]

[rennebright]

先輩!好きッス by Zombie_KE [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

[gumicaps]

-character shikiya yumeko

-anime makeine: Ttoo many losing heroines!

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[everth1ne]

Yumeko Shikiya 🧡

LN volume 4 (chapter 3) - color version. You can find the wallpaper version for phone and PC on my Twitter

[prof-kenny]

[blxxditout]

"Here, here—lean on me like this! Easy does it, I’ll get ya somewhere safe."

Or

"Well ain’t this just lovely…!"

From Shiki via "Injured RP Starters"

Steam rises from his arms, or is it smoke? Something smells like it’s burning… The fissures erected on his arms start to crumble to dust, carried by the wind as the tengū steps forward to pick him up. Sid can hardly move his arms, his chest isn’t in a better place either, it feels like he’s been shot by a ball again but worse. This isn’t as devastating however, but hey, he survived didn’t he? He should’ve called for help when he could, who was he, thinking he could take care of that all by himself? The “that” in question lays a ways back, torn to shreds when this delightful little birdy came flying by.

Whoever this is… have they met before? Certainly feels that way.

The fleeting adrenaline makes him want to jerk away, but a bit of respite is what he needs right about now. Sid lets him be as he’s ferried away by the other, to “somewhere safe” wherever that may be. Hopefully it’s somewhere warm… he can’t help but feel a little chilly right now. His arms, in their mangled state, return to looking as they were though his sleeves may be torn and his pale skin rendered a soot black up to the bicep. In the stranger’s side, he leans against his skinny frame and does his best to not drag his feet or to loll his arms about. It’s so odd, the feeling them is all but connected, as if he’d been sleeping on them this whole time.

“Thanks”, he manages to get it out before giving that diminishing devil one last glance over his shoulder. He can ask his questions after he recovers, and spiriting away with the other here.

[autophagy]

@corvid-lullaby

[corvid-lullaby]

What makes a hero? Well, that entirely depends on the perspective, doesn't it? Tonight, I play the hero for someone else, unfortunately for you.

Tonight, I am your villain.

[snowfallcn]

-> shikiya of @corvid-lullaby has sent: ❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ & ❰❰ FREE ❱❱

It was a blur, in truth, he can't remember much of what had happened at all. Other than that it was his own fault-- no, that isn't true at all. His captors had accounted for his strength as a warrior, they knew what they were dealing with after having watched for so long. Though as powerful as he was, he was not nigh invincible, and on top of that who's to say that they did not receive the aid of an ascian? Ah but, this is familiar isn't it? Something he recalls from when he still went under that accursed name, oh the shame that it brought... the added disdain from their eyes. He's still a bit sluggish, as he lays there in the dark, only turning his head to the side when the door opens again.

Ah, splendid, another session. Another hour spent agonizing over his own shortcoming. Failure. Alas, the binds that have left his arms and wrists raw with burns become slack as the silhouette encompasses him, engulfed by the shadow as light floods in. When his arms are free, he expects to feel rough hands upon him to grab him and drag him elsewhere. Perhaps they've finally noticed his absence and have sent for his rescue. Although, he had not counted that an old crow would be among the number to fly to his aid. The blade that finds itself beneath his chin is a cool and welcomed as it guides his sight to him.

It's enough to make him laugh, seeing his foe here, blocking the light with his shadow. However, there isn't so much as a sound that escapes his dry lips, he hardly makes a sound at all as his expression changes to best speak for his confusion. Banishes it, he does, not wanting to become washed with the tremendous feeling exploding from within his chest. The warrior forgets to breathe, lacks the memory of what it was to take that first breath of air. The coldness of his eyes begin to thaw, and from the heart of the condensation comes the tears of joy. Bane expels wind through his nose, as a smile curdles like blood on his face. Those striking blue hues replenish with that haughty aura that the assassin has come to know.

"Here I thought... you'd all but forgotten", he croaks, his voice is hoarse. Any louder and he might've coughed.

[senjo]

[gabbyp09]