#Souji;; visage

[dis--parity]

gaze into your muse’s eyes.

[zantedeschia-praesul]

The visions had been vivid ever since Nagasone Kotetsu came home to us. I could hear whispers of the Commander and his Vice Commander, even seeing fleeting visages of them. And yet, something didn't sit right with me.

Then things began to happen. I see memories I didn't know I possessed.

I was there when I first stepped into the Shieikan. I was there when the swordsmith of Kaga entrusted me with my beloved Child Beneath the River. I was there when it rain blood in Ikedaya, and my child perished in my hand despite our victory. And I was there, in my final days, knowing too well that the cat I tried to kill would still be there in my garden.

Except…all of this shouldn't be my memories. These were all memories belonging to Shinsengumi First Captain Okita Souji.

But why did they feel too real…and too natural to me? Was I seeing my past life? That...that couldn't be it, right?

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//old art of my saniwa, and the person affiliated to him the most <3

[boundlss]

"Shiroe-senpai!"

Soujiro's visage exuded bright excitement as he waved his hand, catching the eye of both players and townsfolk alike as he passed by. It wasn't often when the leader of Log Horizon (or a player of his caliber in general) sought out external assistance, let alone Soujiro's. Needless to say, he was eager to hear what Shiroe had in mind.

Could it be another raid? Some important mission? Or even just a secret mission with just a few members senpai handpicked? Uwahhh, I can't wait! I can't wait!

Once Soujiro's presence was acknowledged, the said excitement changed into calm gratefulness instead. He felt glad and relieved that someone like Shiroe started asking for help these days, rather than the old days by working by himself most of the time. Soujiro thought had the best ideas, to the point that he could be quite oblivious whether there were devious intentions behind them.

"I'm sure you either had something important to ask from me, or that you want to simply play catch up," he chuckled. "But we both know that the latter is more of a luxury these days."

Unbeknowst to Shiroe, Soujiro's admiration towards him alone would make him stop anything else he was doing, if it meant acknowledgement and praise from one of the players he respected the most. (As Nazuna would put it from time to time, like a puppy eager to please.)

( so this is an ask of all time... Hello!! Shwksns )

Ha. Unfortunately, Soujiro isn't exactly wrong about the lack of freetime they all have. As everything surrounding their circumstances comes closer to slotting perfectly into place, the gaps between "incidents" seem to shrink.

But neither of his guesses are entirely off the mark.

"Actually, you could call it a little bit of both..." Shiroe begins, a little vaguely. "That is, it's something important that I trust you with, but I wouldn't say that it won't involve any catching up..."

It's true that he probably could have asked just about anyone to join him for what he was planning to do with enough preparation beforehand. As far as operations went, this one wouldn't require a particularly large group of people, nor did Shiroe think it would require an especially particular team composition. It wasn't reported to be as difficult as an ordinary "boss fight" in terms of raw power, after all. But he stands before Souji now for a particular reason.

"For a while, I've been working with Rieze and Misa from D.D.D. to keep an eye on the waters that separate the physical locations of the Chinese server and the Japan server, since that's the shortest way for Kanami and Krusty to make their way here. Recently, Misa informed me that a Genius had been spotted who was able to completely disable an Adventurer's capability to do things like view the menu, or communicate with eachother through telepathy."

According to his meeting with the two interim leaders of the guild, the Genius hadn't been particularly strong, but things like menus and telepathy are vital to a party of adventurers, especially during sea-based battles. Cutting off access to menus was already bad for spellcasters and healers, but parties spread across multiple ships would have been essentially unable to convey anything to the members of their party on a different ship. Which was why...

"If it's a small enough party, using menus and status screens isn't strictly necessary, and we'd only have to use it with one ship if we only took a few people. But, just in case, I figured it would be best if I were fighting with people who I can trust myself to figure out. So far it's just me, Naotsugu, and Nyanta... But I wanted to ask if you and Nazuna would be willing to accompany us."

Shiroe can't help sounding sheepish, uncertain of himself. It's still just a little difficult, getting used to asking others for help, even knowing Soujiro likely would jump at the opportunity.

unprompted. / accepting.

[mibuswolf]

@mumeitou asked: ❝ souji. ❞ like a melody forgotten, the soles of feet find rest on river's embankment. nighttime settles o'er edo like a plague an illness under which demons thrive ( but it is the wolves they are likened to ) . gaze wavers, only a second, to glance upon his visage . still but a child . a child they have sharpened to murderous inclination; a damnation for her, truly, one with which hell shall surely condemn him for .

❝ ... ❞ (&) what does he say for forgiveness? would she accept it as she is now? she would never accept it before, he thinks, so there isn't the need to believe anything's changed purely because they are older . ❝ no, it's nothing. race you back? ❞ keisuke, okita

❛ What is it, Keichan? ❜ You turn to him, your haori fluttering as you do so. Your eyes focus on him while the moon hangs heavy in the sky. It's time for the wolves to roam and here you are, yet something feels off. Like a snare is being wrapped around your neck to pull you away from him before you even know it. It's uncomfortable.

It's suffocating.

And yet, he says nothing. Is he battling with himself if it's worth it? Even you are not naive enough to know that it's nothing. Yet, prying is never a good idea. Sometimes, things are better left unsaid then trying to claw and pry to get it out. Sometimes... it's better to simply sit by and watch. Yet that is rarely what you do, that is rarely what all of you do. Sitting by idly is maddening. It's even more maddening when you know he had something to say to you, yet he buries it. He'll bury it so deep that even he will forget what it was.

❛ Alright~ ❜ You say, as you start a light jog before you turn to him ❛ But if I win, you are telling me what you were thinking about~ ❜ and with that, you break into a full on sprint. The sound of your sandles clacking against the ground as you run as full speed back towards the headquarters. You can only hope that he'll actually tell you, regardless of your status as winner or loser.

Afterall, if he doesn't tell you now, who knows ... maybe even tomorrow will be too late.

[akumanoken]

"I've been killing myself for 3000¥ (about $22) a shot. To afford rent I have to average around 40 shots a week, more if I want to have extra spending money."

@petiteamores

It was a face he knew Yua had never seen.... one that he never really showed anyone. The last time he made it, Yua had been abducted. Abject rage. Incomprehensible vitriol. Murderous intent. Not even those he considered "family" could stomach the look for long.

The terrifying visage left as quickly as it appeared, and instead a thinking face more reminiscent of the Souji everyone knew. "Ah... I see... hey will you excuse me for a second?? I gotta do a thing..." He stepped out of the room, upstairs, to the roof, and grabbed his phone.

"....." He waited for the phone to right. Four times, like normal. "Ah, Kuroda hey there I know it's not like-- hah yeah I know it's not like me to call like this but I need a favor..."

[bricxbrac]

♥

[wandering-gentry-blog]

TAG DUMP

[m0e-ru]

general au lore, I guess

After splitting with Marie and manipulating her, Mim goes off to initiate their social experiment on Inaba to determine people's desires. Granting access to the TV World to Adachi, Namatame and Souji when they arrive at Inaba's central shopping district's Moel gas station by joining hands.

They linger a lot more frequently in the real world to interact with "The Trinity" (give me a less cheesy way to translate 三人) and a few other select individuals from same world.

At the same time, they take care of Inaba's unconscious, once a forest now hollowed with fog that's made it a TV station. Mim is the manager of said station, as well as assisting the Shadow selves that manifest from the people who deny themselves to host a show befitting the desire "to show"; the "Midnight Channel" to answer the desire "to see."

This is establishes the, unfortunately, parasocial relationship Mim has with the IT. Being quite close with their Shadow selves and then seeing them become Personas, the beauty and strength that comes from learning and accepting the truth about oneself. Also watching them to see how they've grown from that ordeal and if they'll ever keep that same vow to accept themselves no matter who they are.

As a deity, their aspect of "caretaker" is quite...dormant. Who they once were was quite a mother herself. Yet, who "Izanami" was couldn't have been determined ever since the split. Even with two entities out and about, pieces and fragments were separate, blurry, unclear. Even the duty to "walk with man" could have disappeared entirely.

Mim is the fog. They are the people's desire. They grant these desires and do what they think is best to fulfill them. Omnipotent in the TV World, the world of human heart, as far as their fog reaches. Appearing to Shadows as a recognizable enough figure with a visible visage. Sharp red eyes and a face they "inherited" from who they once were.

What about the other one? If a gem needed to be cut to perfection, then she'd be the shards and scraps discarded and left out of the final product. Or possibly crushed further to be polish, perhaps.

Mim acts as a fool of a gas station attendant in the real world as their facade. These people creating "bonds" with them which Mim thinks are false and silly, considering these people are friends with a nobody. An identity meant to be discarded when its duty is served and its functions expended. Nullity.

Their body is made out of fog. Only a face present to reveal the beautiful visage "Izanami" in myth holds, as per the cognition of the people. A part of their appearance they're limited to due to their existence being bound to and dictated by a collective. Strange, almost slender hands, if you squint or even bother, with worn out callouses, as well as disheveled hair in front of a face they cannot change in an attempt to obscure what fog cannot. At least their complexion and eyes were normal enough. Go make a poem about eyes looking a beautiful hazel in the sunset lights or whatever.

A handshake or a slap on the wrist is fine. Even a pat on the back or a quick shove on their shoulder. But they abhor lingering contact, much less a full embrace.

There's nothing under there but a corpse, remember? The smell hidden from the rain, and gas, and car exhaust. The smell and sight of burnt, still rotting flesh hidden deep under layers and layers.

Even being protective with their hair. Hiding it under something which makes for uh, distasteful coordination of clothes. Always seen with a hat and never taking it off. It's their gray, wavy hair with an almost soft appearance that resembles fog the most, doesn't it? So aren't they just keeping a plug on it all?

Never actually not wearing their uniform. Just slipping on on a jacket or two to cover up their uniform is enough. Always smelling the same as standing by the gas station, gasoline, motor oil, car exhaust, petrichor, etcetera etcetera.

Wet footprints of rain or oil tracking around the floor of the station, revealing the silly little pattern of stars underneath their shoes.

They're over 20, they can smoke. Never actually pulling one out after being told off the first time. What customer service. But is it really smoke? It's not like it bothered the neighbors.

Even only appearing when it rains because it's the perfect environment for something as inhuman as them. The cold weather with barely any people outside. No light to penetrate the clouds that obscure the truth, after all.

But even this facade was dictated by the people's thoughts. What kind of weirdo would work at a gas station, the one by the central shopping district no less? Even gathering from memories of those who remember the same red, orange, yellow being donned by younger folk.

At the time, rumors also floated around, that of worry, where that once beloved woman went. There was even a strange young man who accompanied her once or twice, vastly different from the suitors who'd attempt to catch her attention, or even the other old folks who knew her well and have long conversations about living and life, as all elderly people do...Say, did she ever have children?

[storytell]

TAG DUMP: SOUJIRO SETA

west wind brigade ;; IC . SOUJI ten swords ;; ASK . SOUJI a friendly face ;; OPEN . SOUJI sword saint ;; VISAGE . SOUJI double sided ;; HEADCANONS . SOUJI protector ;; MUSINGS . SOUJI i have the power of god and anime on my side! ;; CRACK . SOUJI the city is on fire again.. ;; DASH COMMENTARY . SOUJI

[kingfell]

            souji tag dump !

[10dreamt]

baby. baby boy---

evil.

[dis--parity]

Souji’s official ref sheet!

Here’s a beautiful new visual reference for everyone’s favourite baker man (plus a bonus Mamesuke chibi!), done by Mori (@forteangoria) on Twitter!!!

[angstiism]

“ i don’t like the way they look at you. perhaps i’ll cut their eyes out. ” Sleepy tipsy Souji at the bar. He's feeling pissy because Iggy is getting ogled. He's ready for violence.

Oceanic colored irises watched the wine-sodden male in amusement, chin resting in palm while elbow was firmly placed on the bar. “ Everybody stares at me, Souji. I’m a model after all. ” He spoke nonchalantly & as if the scenario wasn’t a big deal, playing off exactly what he knew the other meant. Letting a huff out through his nose and his smile only widening, the demon reached out with his free hand to rest on the other’s leg. “ You’re focusing on the wrong thing ‘cause my eyes have never left you. ” A flicker of the gaze from the male’s face to his thigh, running heated hand up limb slowly before gaze was back on visage.

“ If you’re so concerned, my lap is empty. I bet that’ll send the signal that I’m yours. ”

[nadertigerkay]

Tales from Peter Parker: Foreign Exchange student - Devils on a Moonlit Night pt1

It’s a full moon night in the city of New York gunfire and screams of thugs could be heard across nearby neighborhoods. the vigilante duo Daredevil and Moon Knight team up as they bust one of The Kingpins smuggling operation

at a warehouse district by the port.

“I’m not afraid to admit it Moon Knight is perhaps my least favorite to team up.” Daredevil internally monologue as the effortlessly dodges various gunfire from Fancy Dan.

“My team ups with Knight come more across like babysitting gig, trying to reign in his excessive methods makes me wish I was teaming up with Parker instead hope he’s okay in Japan.” He continued as he takes a breather hiding in the shadows.

As Fancy Dan stalks the corridors for Daredevil, unbeknownst to him the vengeful Moon Knight stalks him ready to pounce his foe with ease.

“I know Daredevil hates me, which is why it probably shocked him I asked for his help when I confronted him in his civies.” Said Moon Knight internally in his thought as he stealthily pounces Fancy Dan viciously pounding his face to unconsciousness.

“But Khonshu be damn, this bust I learned as Jake Lockley was to big to ignore if it meant hurting Kingpin.” Moon Knight continued as several thugs rushed him .

Prepared sidesteps backwards while simultaneously throwing several crescent shaped darts into the thugs ligaments. Sending the thugs face first to the floor tripping each other as they writhe in pain.

“MOON KNIGHT BEHIND!!” Daredevil called out but it was to late as massive arms burst through the crates grabbing Moon Knight from behind.

Just as Daredevil leaps out to save him, rope catches his foot canceling his momentum as he stumbles to the floor. Looking above he can see a man wearing a Stetson and a tall unknown man beside man. Japanese by his features wearing a construction helmet and a sledgehammer

“Great Montana and why is the big guy giving off vibes of Thor.” Thought Daredevil quickly getting out of dodge as he evaded the giants hammer.

Only to be knocked back by the incredible power of his electrical current impact.

“You and that there Moon Knight Of yeres screwed up this time horn head, by the time Souji here is done with ya we’re gonna have commemorate that there smear of ya on the wall.” Montana said smug like.

But Souji ignored him as he blindly charges roaring like a man possessed with his eyes rolled back. Else where we find Moon Knight struggling to his feet as he feels that same hand touch his shoulders turning quickly to respond:

“WHAT THE H-“

A Massive fist impacts Moon Knight skull before he could finish a word as he finds himself slammed against box after box after box. His body thrown to the side like a rag doll he tries to getup only to cough up blood through his mask.

“Don’t get up on my account ya palooka let old Ox pick ya up and straighten ya out like ya did to my pal Dan!” said Ox of The Enforcers in his usual slow brutish tone.

Ox clearly in a rush of rage once again picks up Moon Knight with one arm as he sets up the other pummel his face in.

"Alright big boy you want to play for real because the kid gloves are OFF!!"

"AAARRRGGGG!!" Ox screamed as Moon Knight slammed both hands on the sides of Ox's face.

Ox's grip released as the big bruiser holds his skull to stop the ringing. To slow to react Moon Knight takes the advantage as he cripples Ox from the legs forcing him to kneel. As Ox tries to get up he looks up to see Moon Knight cracking his knuckles under a dim light.

Elsewhere while that payback is happening, we see Daredevil dodging several attacks from Montana's whips Souji's hammer attack and now a conscious Fancy Dan.

With a well calculated throw Daredevil richochets his billy clubs off the walls and boxes of the warehouse stopping Fancy Dan and Montana in their steps. But not Souji as he rushes in blind only to trip himself as the clubs hits his leg sending face first to wooden planks. Catching his clubs, Daredevil rushes in with no Souji hindering his moves as he pullvaults over Fancy Dan's fist as he slides effortlessly dodging Montana's rope snare. Surprised, Montana soon realizes to late to react as Daredevil springs underneath delivering a vicious uppercut KO.

Sending the western rope trick wilder flying towards broken boxes.

"That makes two now for-

"Ya got lucky with that Yakuza punk and Montana but lets see ya match your kung fu with my aikido!" Fancy leaps forth as he exchanges a dance of fighting styles with Daredevil.

"Despite his diminutive size Dan's always been one to test my skills, he's not lying about aikido part but something tells me he mixed it in with swing style dance moves." Daredevil monologues continue to evade and block attacks.

The two leapt backwards as they try to catch there breaths waiting for the other to come to them. Just than they stopped in there tracks as they turned to see Ox in the shadows.

"Haha! Your in for it now hornhead how ya gonna handle two-"

THUMP!

Fancy Dan's words cutoff as Ox's unconscious body collapsed to the floor. Behind Ox was a bloodied and tattered Moon Knight as he stared menacingly at Dan. Shaken by the Moon Knights visage, Dan panics pulling his gun desperatly, only to have a vicious straight red right hand knock him out cold. Moon Knight looks towards Daredevil giving off a stare of annoyance by being saved than gratitude. In quick succession Moon Knight threw his crescent darts in Daredevils location. Instinctively Daredevil blocks hearing the THUK sounds as they make there mark. He unguards himself feeling nothing only to hear Souji's screams of pain behind him.

Souji now covered in crescent darts like a pin cushion, with one stuck in his left eye tries to attack haphazardly only to swing wild without coordination as he destroys his surrounding. The two vigilantes pair up looking at the other in agreed silence as they dash forward at the rampaging behemoth. There strike is caculated and precise as the pair continue to lay a barrage of body shots to Souji's abdomen. Daredevil striking blow after blow in conjunction with his billy clubs while simultaneously ducking and weaving Souji's haphazard swings.

Moon Knight surprisingly uses a graceful defensive style to counter and strike with a forceful impact on bruised areas Daredevil has made.

The two soon halted there attacks as Dardevil swings his weight behind Souji quickly launching himself off the back of Souji. This sends the brute tumbling forward from the impact as Moon Knight uses the Yakuza momentum to quickly grab his arm and send him crashing through the walls and right into the waters. His lightning Quirk along with the water exploded into a pillar of energy as Souji sky rocketed over the warehouse crashing into the crates besides Daredevil and Moon Knight. Souji was in other wirds, decommissioned.

Battered and exhausted Daredevil began his search for any clues while Moon Knight tied up the thugs, Enforcers and Souji.

"Hey Moon Knight I think I found something its, faint but I can hear something gimme a hand will ya." Daredevil called out pointing towards an iron floor door, locked and chained.

As the two pry open the lock with great difficulty Moon Knight breaks the silence remarking.

"Grrrr, so what do you think is inside, smuggling Yakuza Quirk users to the U.S. new weapons or -." Moon Knight stops his talk as the lock is brocken, opening the basement door to revealed children, several children.

Starved, dirty and dressed down in nothing but rags or medical gowns. Some try cover there eyes from the bright warehouse lights while others raise there hands at the saviors with small flickers of flames coming out. Daredevil is shocked and speechless at the sight while Moon Knight slightly grow a his brow as he makes a call.

"Frenchie get a call to the police as soon as you can tell them to bring blankets." Moon Knight ordered only to than make the call again.

"And tell them to buy Happy Meals as many as possible let them know Citizen Knight will cover all expenses.

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This story is in expansion with @alexdrawsagain Peter Parker: Foreign Exchange Student comic universe.

[softboiled-detective]

How do you feel about Kagami/Tendou and Kagami/Tsurugi?

tendou souji isnt fucking real and im gonna kick his fucking ass. i WILL fight him and will futilely attempt to punch to punch his ethereal face until the moment divine intervention stops working and finally allows me to land a hit on his visage

in other words i have difficulty shipping him with kagami simply because im like 

at tendou at all times. this kagami gif is a huge mood. although i am willing to reblog/rt ship art with them bc its cute. kagami in general is cute and i love him i think he deserves a boyfriend its just too fucking bad i cant fucking stand tendou. hes not!!! fucking real!!!!!!!!!!!!

as for kamishiro………… hes too…………… embarrassing he gives me too much secondhand embarrassment i cant do it. its too much,

i wish there was a boy in kabuto who i can ship kagami with to suit my tastes in ships but nah….. none of them fit the bill……….

[akumanoken]

anxiety ~ [/vergil calming souji or trying lol since ]

gentleness action prompts @s1lxcs anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself

"V-Verg--" Panic ran rampant inside him, body shivering, eyes wide and face pale. He couldn't find his voice, couldn't find his legs... falling to his knees, wincing. It was always after a tough fight, as if the meds he used for pain, the time needed to recover from injuries, made him focus all on his physical wounds, and allowed mental wounds to fester.

Like cracking marble... brittle and falling apart... to see V like that was one thing... something that horrified him when he first saw it... but as it shifted... as it was soon another beloved face, he woke up with a hoarse yell. His first thought was to check on Vergil, and yet all it did was make him collapse on the floor, gasping in pain, paying it no mind as he started pulling himself forward. He didn't care. He had to see... he had to see...

The other's voice was...so far away... eyes unfocused and bleary with tears, hands reaching out for a crumbling visage before he felt them taken Fingers laced, squeezed against his, and he slowly came into focus.

"V-Vergil.... you're... I'm... I'm sorry I...." He lost his strength then, leaning forward, resting his head against the other's chest, shuddering. He let his finger squeeze back, taking deep breaths. "Sorry... sorry I'm so sorry...."