#katsuro wakahisa

[jitterzart]

It’s Secret Santa time! Happy Starlight, @blacksnakeofkugane! I hope you will enjoy a wind up minion of Katsuro Wakahisa. ^^ May your holiday season and new years be warm and wonderful!

[dazxian]

“I love you more for the road I've traveled. The pain I had to endure, the darkness I had to find my way through and everything I lost; My story brought me to you, and I wouldn't revise a word of my past if it led me anywhere but into your embrace. You opened my heart, and to you I lay my soul bare. For your presence in my life and your affection, for the son you bore and the memories we made as well as those to come... I love you, Veicette. Stay by my side, now and into the next life.” "I'll never, ever, forget the strange beginnings you and I had, love. Who knew we would find happiness in one another, let alone have this beautiful family? From that spark of love, it's grown and lit up my life more with every passing day. And I'm eager for each one we have still to look forward to together. I love you, Katsuro, and I always will."  ________________________________________________________________

There will be a day where they’d be there again. Every word was relevant now. ( @blacksnakeofkugane @iridescent-life @isaacakestor, thank you for the RP!)

[nightmaze]

~ Editober 2 - Branches & Crystals ~

I had a LOT of fun with this one and tried my best with the color for @cutemilee who was amazingly patient with me. Original under the cut because I’m super proud :D ! I’m slow but I will get through it, promise !

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[corglaciei]

CURRENTLY PLAYING:

Katsuro Wakahisa - Yuri!!! on Ice OC (previously a Haikyuu OC) (this blog)

Jean-Jacques Leroy - Yuri!!! on Ice (semi-active)

Multi-Muse - OCs (semi-active)

WANT TO PLAY (this is like at the top of my head there’s way too many lmao):

Amethyst - SU

Violet Baudelaire - ASOUE

Sherlock Holmes or Irene Adler - Sherlock

Tracer - Overwatch

HAVE PLAYED (oh boy):

Dean Winchester - SPN

Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf

Jack Frost - Rise of the Guardians

Hermione Granger - HP

Sans - Undertale

Asada Shino - SAO

Mettaton EX - Undertale

Seiko Shinohara - Corpse Party

Kaori Miyazono - Your Lie in April

Kisumi Shigino - Free!

Hanayo Koizumi - Love Live

Riko Sakurauchi - Love Live Sunshine

Hanamaru Kunikida - Love Live Sunshine

Arashi Narukami - Ensemble Stars

too many fucking ocs

Azumane Asahi - Haikyuu

Ruru - Kiznaiver

Sugawara Koushi - Haikyuu

Oikawa Tooru - Haikyuu

Tsukishima Kei - Haikyuu

Kashima Yuu - Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun

Terushima Yuuji - Haikyuu

probably more but i can’t remember rip

WOULD PLAY AGAIN:

Jack Frost - i love my soft ice son

i’ll probably come back to Kisumi one day i love him he’s a sweetheart

TAGGED BY : i stole this from vdohnoveniye

TAGGING :  anyone who wants to do this

[corglaciei]

                     ❛ YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A MONSTER - THERE IS NO TURNING BACK FROM IT. BUT WHAT KIND OF MONSTER YOU BECOME IS ENTIRELY UP TO YOU.  ❜ // katsuro wakahisa aesthetic (hp verse)

[gray-morality]

Happy 42nd nameday! Still looking has sexy ;p

[dazxian]

After Vows comes feasting! (There’s food there, I swear!) @isaacakestor @blacksnakeofkugane @iridescent-life

[gray-morality]

Drew a couple of chibi Kuro as emoji xD

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Byakujutsu 2021.05.24

Caius had waited for those of KOSHU to leave before making his way back to his motorcycle, carefully removing as much soil as he could from the atractylodes they came to gather. The plants were then cut at the base, the stem and leaves discarded as the roots were shoved in a bag and into a side compartment on his bike. He then rode all the way to the Ruby Sea, paying passage across the water to the port city of Kugane. He had his contacts in the region, making his frequent travels less of a headache; a Pure-blood Garlean was never welcomed otherwise, defected or not.

He didn’t waste time once he was back at his clinic, drying the roots efficiently [thank you magiteknology] as he prepared the rest of the components. It took the remainder of the day and well into the night for the medicine to be completed, in the form of a finely grounded powder, and divided into individual doses. The first doses were sent to the Uranami Onsen to be distributed to anyone afflicted with the Haimushi yokai, while the rest were given to agents of Hagane-kai to be distributed in the city under the guise of ‘Miracle cure’ merchants.

It’s only when his part was done that the doctor allowed himself some rest, but not before receiving the visit of the syndicate’s wakagashira. As the door of the clinic opened to let in a lone Hyur in black garb, Caius simply motioned to the empty chair in front of his desk. “I only have black tea to offer and it’s getting cold.” The doctor stated, pointing at the nearly empty teapot resting beside a few open books. “Black tea at this hour?” The visitor - Katsuro - mused as he took the offered seat. His crimson gaze rested on the man before him. “Sleep would be a far better option. But then again… I know you. You won’t rest until you know everything is in motion.” The Garlean snorted as he lowered his cup to rest on the desk. “And I dare hope that’s why you’re here. I did my part but the distribution is in other's hands.” Sitting back, he leaned into his chair while a hand rose to massage the bridge of his nose. “I’m getting too old for this. Or to deal with your… friends? For lack of a better word, really. I know you don’t consider them friends per say. You don’t let people ‘in’ that easily.” The sharp blue-gray gaze of the doctor shifted to Katsuro as his hand fell down into his lap. Katsuro had to smirk at that. “Our agents are already moving out to distribute the medicine so you can sleep easy tonight. And you know why I’m dealing with them. We’ve forged a good alliance, a reliable link between the east and the west. I will not be the cause of such a partnership breaking.” “It’s more than that, however.” Caius replied. His tone of voice betrayed how tired he was but his gaze was as sharp as ever. “They’ve removed themselves from the yakuza but you still treat them as such. The only difference is that there’s no one ‘above’ you within KOSHU anymore, not in a yakuza sense. Yet you watch over them, as a father over his children. Otherwise, I have no clue why you’d even tolerate them.” An amused smile appeared on his lips. He was right of course, and Katsuro shook his head in defeat. “If you’re too old then I can at least tell you, you never lost your sense of observation, Thanos. I think… I’ve been through enough shit alongside them to at least feel a sense of kinship. When they were still linked to the yakuza, Dusk-sama asked me to watch over them and that’s a sense of duty I am unable to shake off. They are, of course, annoying, childish, scatterbrained, inexperienced, poorly trained, bothersome and irritating but… I’ll watch over them regardless.” Thanos couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “You said ‘annoying’ three times. And though I share in the sentiment, at least they managed to get the job done. Their hearts are at the right place, their brains well… let’s not go into that.” He added, clearly jesting. “Do know, however, that if this second ‘job’ becomes too much, we can place another liaison in your stead within KOSHU. Yuu is already quite invested with them, even if he’s only a kyodai. Tamashi could also take on that mantle, despite being Hagane’s favorite agent.” Katsuro shook his head again. “Iie, I’ll be fine. I’ve worked my way up their hierarchic ladder and it’s a trust I won’t betray. Besides, I don’t spend that much time at the onsen. I have my own work here. As long as Lord Hagane can ‘save’ me when I’m asked to sell fucking kites and other nonsenses, all will be as it should be in the damn universe.” The doctor stifled a laugh. “I’ll also keep that in mind. I’m his senior adviser after all. Well then, not to be rude but I find keeping my eyes open to be more difficult by the minute. Not even an entire pot of tea could stir wakefulness in me at this point.” That being said, Thanos pushed himself up, stretching some to at least relieve some of the soreness of so many hours of work. He grabbed his coat from the back of his chair and put it on. It was rare to see the doctor with a tie undone and his sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up. But here he was, exactly like that, even his impeccable hair seemed a bit ruffled. Thus Katsuro quickly pushed himself up as well, ready to leave the clinic. “Get

some rest, my friend. And thank you.” Katsuro replied, his tone more gentle. “I’ll make sure your hard work bears fruits. Give me a sun and I’ll get back to you with a full report on the distribution and efficacy of the medicine in the city.” “A sun I’ll spend sleeping, I recon.” Caius chuckled as Katsuro left his office. The doctor followed suit, flipping the lights off and locking the door behind him, leaving the clinic in silence, aside from the low humming of some magitek devices set on standby mode.

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Eeeeee new commission of Katsuro! ♥ By Q (No link, as requested by the artist)

[gray-morality]

WHAT TAROT CARD ARE YOU?

Justice

What would you do to ensure justice? You know full well I don’t speak of lofty ideals and courts and magistrates, dearest. What would you do to those that hurt you? If I dropped them in your lap, what would you do? What kind of pain could you possibly inflict upon them? You are right to do so. You are right to want to do so. Ignore the screaming, dearest, you are the hand of justice now, and they hurt you. Do not look too closely at their faces, dearest. You are within your rights. You spell out your own rights, now. Are you happy about it? Are you certain that this is the right person you hold by the hair? Does your anger hurt less now?

(Rather fitting for Kuro's serial killer's side :p)

Quiz: [here]

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>> FebHyurary || Day 2 - Glamour

[Beauty or charm that is sexually attractive.]

I could have went with a more FFXIV version of it but... I couldn't let his tattoo slide by. That's his glamour, as well as the all black clothes and leather pants.

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Introspection 2021.01.23

“[Katsuro, where are you, my boy?]” The man blinked at the mention of his name. He still held his chopsticks, though they lay idle in his bowl of rice. Across the table sat an older man with a gentle smile on his lips. He looked mildly amused as he set his chopsticks on top of his bowl, signaling he was done eating. “[The very few times I’ve caught you in such a state were when your head couldn’t come to terms with your heart. Willing to share what is weighting on you?]” The older man - Sun Hyeon - continued as he refilled both their cups with their favorite beverage, tea. Katsuro finished the last bit of rice in his bowl before trading the chopsticks for a cup. His gaze remained unfocused, staring at nothing in particular; at least not in the present. It was aimed at the not so distant past, a few days at most. The words he wanted to share with his adoptive father were burning his lips, yet they were in scramble. If only he could align them into a proper sentence. Sun Hyeon watched him in silence for a moment, calmly drinking his tea. “[Would I be far off if I guessed… that it’s a person that inhabits your thoughts right now?]” Hyeon eventually ventured. He knew his son quite well and a little push was oftentimes necessary. As expected, Katsuro let out a sharp exhale and turned a faint smile towards the older man. “[As perceptive as ever. I… met someone, a moon or so ago? I don't even remember with clarity. It's as if I've always known her. And that's actually what is scaring me. I'm at ease with her, generally speaking. At least far more than I usually am with strangers and acquaintances alike. She… she's beautiful, breathtaking even; I actually feel that attraction pulling at me now. And I know what it means. I just… am not ready to make the jump.]"

Both men took a sip from their respective cups. It was Hyeon, however, that broke the silence.

"[Not ready or feeling guilty?]" The old man stared at his son but he continued without waiting for an answer. "[You've lost her still somewhat recently and, knowing you like I do, your loyalty to her would have remained unwavering. And I know the vows you exchanged, I was there. I know - and understand - the weight they carried but… she is at peace now, returned to the planet, while you go on living. Some believe that love is regulated by Fate, while others think it’s merely a chance encounter. Whatever you believe, Katsuro, both applies to this scenario, don’t you think? Maybe you were fated to meet her at this very moment, or maybe had the chaos of the universe been shifting differently, you’d have met her before you met Veicette, and she’d be the one alongside you at the altar. What matters now is how you shall live the remainder of your days on this earth.]” Hyeon smiled gently at his son, taking another sip of his tea. And Katsuro listened, he always did. The old man was a source of wisdom he often needed, offering another perspective to his many problems; Most of them on matters of the heart. Yet, for all those words, Katsuro wasn’t sure what to do and it was likely painted on his visage. “[Don’t fight it.]” Hyeon stated. “[That’s the most ‘to the point’ advice I can give you. Your past can never be erased, nor forgotten. And it shouldn’t. It’s your foundation. Your love for her will always be true. The moments you shared will remain good memories. And your son will grow and keep that part of her within him. But to go forward, I know you need someone by your side and that person is right there, waiting.]” “[How about you?]” Katsuro suddenly asked. It seemed to change the subject to something else entirely but Hyeon knew better. “[When your wife died so young, you never remarried. Was there never anyone else?]” The old man smiled as his gaze shifted towards the window. “[When Akemi died, I was devastated. This is why I began to travel the world, as you well know. In a way, I was trying to get lost or maybe to find some other truth to life. And I might have found it when I met with some traveling monks. Their way of seeing life, the connection between all living beings, their will to do good and help others… that was my truth. Thus I devoted my life to this wisdom and, in turn, to others. I’m well aware this way of life is not suited for everyone. But for me it felt right. So while I made many meaningful connections and relationships in my life, I never found nor felt the need to have that singular ‘special someone’ walking by my side. But you, my boy, you need that person. And there’s nothing wrong with that. You were deprived of love as you grew up, you’re yearning for it now. There’s so much love a father and a son can give you after all.]” Hyeon smirked at that last remark. Katsuro exhaled sharply; not quite a chuckle.  “[As usual, you gave me much to ponder about… ]” He drained his cup of tea and pushed himself up, stretching a bit. “[I better get going. Yuu doesn’t tolerate lateness, even for an old friend like me. I’ll be back in a few hours. He told me this would only be one sitting.]” “[Quite alright, my boy.]” Hyeon nodded, still sipping his tea without any hurry. ‘[It might still be a bit before Takeo wakes from his afternoon nap so I’ll just enjoy this moment of quiet. We’ll see you for dinner then?]” Katsuro nodded and made his way to the entrance to put on his boots. “[Aye! And I’ll go by the market to buy some catch of the day before I head back home.]” He grabbed the belt with the two sheathed daggers from its hook and strapped it on before looking back at the old man sitting at the table. “[I’ll see you later, father. And… thank you.]” 

And off he went, the front door closing gently behind him. 

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Yuu had been working diligently on Katsuro’s tattoo for a bell or so, the tebori digging into the skin with the steadiness of a master’s hand. It was a design he’d drawn himself, as usual, and thus had committed to memory. For every single of his clients, especially if they required a big piece, communication was important. He had to ‘know’ them, understand what they wanted, the meaning behind it. It was, more often than not, a spiritual journey for them. Images etched onto the skin had meanings and their significance could be quite private to the wearer. Thus building that level of trust required a few meetings. With Katsuro, however, that trust had been earned more than a decade ago. While their relationship was now of deep friendship, it had once been far more intimate. Had Yuu been able to predict the future at that time, he never would have ended their moment together to pursue a new love interest… which resulted, many years later, into a divorce. He could only blame himself now. As the needles of his tebori slowly but surely brought to life what Katsuro had envisioned for his new irezumi, Yuu’s gaze sometimes found itself wandering over the rest of Katsuro’s bared back, to a set of claw marks long healed. Yet they remained as scars, a memento of sorts. He recalled when the both of them had been living by the foot of the massive wall protecting Ul'dah from the beasts outside. Katsuro had offered to work for Yuu and protect him as they braved the wilderness to gather whatever ingredients he’d need to make his ink and needles; To start a business and stop living like beggars. “[What are you thinking about?]” Came Katsuro’s deep, almost lazy voice. If the needles brought him any pain, he was very good at hiding it. “[How can you even- erf nevermind. You have eyes on your back sometimes, I swear.]” Yuu replied, his tone slightly amused. “[I was merely recalling the reason for those scars on your back. Namely, yours truly. I’m… actually surprised you never turned your back on me, after the pain I caused you.]” “[Mmm I have my back turned on you now.]” “[Ahaha, very funny mister smartass.]” Yet Yuu did chuckle at that. Lying on his stomach with his head resting upon his crossed arms, one could spy a smirk on Katsuro’s lips. “[I guess I could have. But I needed you, just as you needed me.]” He replied more seriously. “[Besides, it’s in the past now. And you’ve always stood by me, regardless. Those scars are merely a reminder of how inexperienced I was back then. At least I got them to protect you.]”

Yuu hummed softly and smiled. “[You’ve changed a lot since then. Only yourself mattered, and a handful of others. Now… you’re trying to protect all three of your families. Kamikaze… ]” As the piece of fabric came up to remove the excess of ink and a few beads of blood, his hand lingered over the tattoo that was taking shape. Katsuro had chosen the Divine Wind as the center symbolic, alongside the concepts of harmony and balance. And the meaning behind the tattoo’s placement had not gone unnoticed by Yuu either; The base of the neck, the spiritual gateway. He dipped his tebori into the ink again, ready to resume the work. Just as the ink-coated needles pierced the skin, one could notice the faint blue hue of aetheric energy that was quick to dissipate. With each stab, the link between the wearer and the aether-infused ink was made, under the guidance of one skilled in such an art. Though the tattoo’s latent powers could only be awakened by those of higher authority within Koshu-kai, Yuu’s work was important nonetheless. Not that many in his trade knew how to weave aether into tattoos, as it required knowledge beyond the mere understanding of irezumi, paired with the necessary skill to control aether and shape it into arcane forms. He could thank his training as a martial artist for that, especially since the aether-infused water he had been given from Master Hattori was quite potent. It resulted in purified sumi-inks that nearly left him in awe. Truly, Katsuro had made powerful allies. But powerful allies could mean powerful enemies… The tattoo would be flawless, to grant him the strength he’d need to be worthy of the Divine Wind’s blessings.

[gray-morality]

BETTER WITH AGE; KATSURO Describe your muse at ages 20, 40, and 60!

20 — With his arm bare of any distinctive tattoo - as his irezumi will start in that year, to be completed upon his 21st nameday - Katsuro finally turns his back completely to his father and his teachings. Now part of the yakuza as a full member, he’s being trained as a shinobi under his master and kumicho, Ujitoshi Hagane. Katsuro’s rebellious temperament is being tamed, now that he no longer needs to oppose any father figure. He is, however, coping with deep mental scars and trauma that stems from years of abuse from his father and torture from a handful of rival gang members. With Hagane’s guidance, he’ll learn to control and focus his mind, using that pain as a weapon and making him one of the syndicate’s deadliest shinobi in the years to come.

40 — As Katsuro is currently 41, this makes it quite easy. Widowed and a single father of a 2 years old boy, the man didn’t have it easy in life. Yet he persevered. He’s still in service of lord Hagane but he climbed the ranks over the years and is now wakagashira - 2nd in command. He got his vengeance as well, putting to the blade Ichiro Kita, who was instrumental in Katsuro’s current mental condition and the murderer of his Elezen wife. Thus he’s finally starting to heal and not merely trying to control himself. His son Takeo is a great source of joy in his life and the presence of Sun Hyeon that act as an adoptive father offers him stability and support. Katsuro is finally looking to the future and found interest in his late mother’s lineage as an onmyoji. Trying to develop the latent power of her bloodline, he’ll knock at a few temple’s doors to find an onmyodo master.

60 — Though the tanto at his hips are still there, he has other ‘weapons’ in his arsenal; namely a stack of ofuda. There’s a strangeness to his tattoo, if one has the skills required to actually ‘see’ it, as if the snake and the Fèng Huáng have a life of their own. And maybe they do, for one can often spy two shikigami by his side, one a fiery red bird while the other, more elusive, in the form of a black snake. While Katsuro still serves his master and never left the yakuza, there is a peace within him that was lacking before. Takeo is twenty-two summers now and quite skilled in the shadow arts. Katsuro gave the boy freedom to choose for himself what his future should be, yet Takeo decided to learn under his father and follow in his footsteps. The two are very close, as Katsuro gave his son all the love and support he himself never had growing up. And maybe Katsuro opened his own heart again, bonded before the Kami, and walking the path of life with that someone by his side…

tagged by — @egrine :p

tagging: You want to do it, yes... Come on, give it a shot.

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The Black Snake (Kuro Hebi)

Dollmaker [here].

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FebHyurary || Day 12 - Vertical

Years of dedication and loyalty paid off as Katsuro climbed his way to wakagashira - Lord Hagane's second in command.