#ofsakuras

[secondranked]

✎ // only if u have the inspiration for it !

Send “✎” and I will write 10 headcanons about our muses interacting.

Let’s be real, the first time they actually hung out. Eiji brought along a slice of bread and placed it in her hand. For the heck of it, he probably tried to apply some weight onto the slice by lightly pushing it into her hand.

Whenever they go to self serve cafes, Eiji will always offer to carry the tray of breads. Even if Sakura grabs ONE piece of bread. The other customers around them probably think he’s an idiot for saying the tray might be too heavy for her. 

She’s definitely dragged Eiji to cherry blossom viewings even if he’s pretending to suffer from an allergy to stay indoors. He’d probably claim he can see the trees in AR without all the people accidentally bumping into him for photos.

In addition to dragging him along, Sakura would send him a text saying wear something pink! To which Eiji panics and buys dumb pink tinted sunglasses at the train station because all of his clothes are dark.

They have stopped and used many purikura machines whenever they have time. Each time Eiji either looks confused or like a grumpy straight faced guy who just woke up while Sakura is all smiles. 

There were a few times Eiji laughed as the machines took photos. Each time he tries to cover up his face with the stickers provided or scratch his face out completely. Sakura just slaps his hand away and continues editing.

Despite looking grumpy and reluctant to be there, Eiji really enjoys hanging out with her and is very protective. He probably carries allergy meds or something in his backpack because he thinks she’s allergic to everything when the seasons change.

When he has to buy her a gift Eiji would stupidly buy her something that smells of cherry blossoms? Because he probably thinks she must spend so much on perfume just to smell like cherry blossoms all the time??? Jokes on you, you dweeb.

Okay but, imagine them going to a haunted house at an amusement park or during a school festival. Every time she freaks out over the jump scares or  poorly made ghost costumes Eiji would probably just sigh loudly. 

Eiji finding out she can communicate with the dead (reluctantly bc she’s a chicken) and struggling between asking her if she can find a friend for him or pretending to not believe it.

[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghostpill-blog]

❝ You want me to hold your hand? ❞ // cccccc;

｡. *ﾟ≼ * ★  city of bones // @ofsakuras!!

❛  y-you don’t have to ask for permission, you know ...  ❜  he murmurs as brows knit together, soft cherry hues gracing caramel cheeks. for some reason, her question incites a burn in his chest, as if tonality braided primroses between his ribs with each breath he takes. slender digits eventually slip gloves from his hands, dark material revealing just an unsuspecting palm.

they hide destructive power in their soft appearance, but for now, his decay simmers quietly.

extending his fingers, he waits for her warmth to intertwine with his cold; she’s something he wants to cherish, but can’t quite place it in words.

[liberomade]

🌺 !!

what ishikawa likes about your muse . * / accepting !

               ❛   she’s very nice , and very kind to someone like ME ... she reminds me ... of a cool spring breeze . um ... um ... she has very nice smelling perfume too . it reminds me ... of the ... aoyama ... cemetery . i think ... my mom would’ve liked her a lot ... if she met her .  ❜

                ❛   i hope she finds eternal happiness .  ❜ / @ofsakuras !

[misfortuning]

BOOD & DNA !!

DAMN — accepting !

i’m gonna answer these in reverse so i can put the blood one under a cut djdklshg;;;;

DNA. -What was your muses home life like?

pre-ghost? it was good. he had loving parents and eventually an adorable, loving sister. it was a very educated household but there was no pressure to follow in his parents’ footsteps and they were teaching him how to play the piano and there was just adorable shit everywhere. then the opposite of adorable shit happened and things got strained and almost reached a breaking point until THEN the ghost happened and everything really started falling apart in a difference way, declining into a real shit stormnow? he lives in his dead girlfriend’s house with his lost angel friend, his witch friend, his friend who seems to be an eternal child with the worst memory who? occasionally shows up with a new body???? and also part time his half brother whom he didn’t know even existed until after he was 25. it’s a good arrangement for him and he’s comfortable with it, even if he does spend 80% of his time away from the house djdjlkghsk

BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst?

MAYBE A LITTLE GRAPHIC BENEATH THE CUT,,,,

alright alright so i hate givin away spoilers abt isayah’s story and i don’t wanna ramble on for 8 years abt all the terrible shit i’ve done to him—and honestly it’s?? impossible to choose one that is “the worst”—he’s literally had his rib cage broken open and his literal heart taken by a real hand and squeezed in erratic rhythm until he had a heart attack. his first encounter with his current closest friend was him bleeding out on her floor due to extensive wounds and parts of him having been eaten!! he’s had?? areas of his skin and muscle systematically removed in various ways so that all of his major bones could be carved into with words?? his left eye was removed sans anesthetic and then kept as a trophy that is still on display in a place that is actually Isayah’s hell, and his literal soul was once burned in the crossfire of a battle between two angels?!!? and all of that is still just a fraction of all the injuries he’s ever experienced, not even including the mental ones hhhhhhhghbklhds though of the mental ones the worst was probably when he had to kill his friend to save her (there’s a LOT more to that, i’m a fuckin piece of shit and i deserve death, PULL THE TRIGGER) though he also has quite a bit of trauma after people he once trusted and even loved completely and utterly dehumanized himso uh,,,,,,yeah ᕕ( ;ヮ; )ᕗ take ur pick tbfh

[umbrasemita]

@ofsakuras​

          springtime is always celebrated by a lot of people. colorful trees and plants, birds and bees, yada-yada-yada. dulce, thankfully, didn’t have allergies to pollen but finding the damn stuff all over the ground made her dislike the color yellow more and more every spring. 

     but the season had it’s beauty, though. she could admit that. dulce was the opposite of spring in many ways. surrounded by darkness both mental and physical. but she always found solace during bright, sunny days perched underneath the shade of a tree. when she wasn’t there selling, she was there enjoying one of her beloved books of myths and legends. that day, in her hand, she had her pages open to the beloved story of a chinese woman who went to war in place of her father, and fought bravely in the heat of battle despite the price of disobeying the law.

[rosirae-a]

“we are all… in this together”

❛     ok ,  but  does  that  mean  that  mean  you’ll  pay  fer  my  tab  ?  …  cause  if  it  don’t  then  i’m  screwed .     ❜  gestures  to  the  meager  amount of  wadded  bills  she’d  put  on  the  counter .  @ofsakuras

[shinsenoni]

05. — broken

One Word Writing Prompts05. — broken

never in life had hijikata known what it felt to be broken. she had been unyielding, undeterred. marched on with every twist && attempt to shatter her will to fight. but bent && broken were not the same. onward would she march through gunfire && through certain death. never once giving pause. the only issue --- the only semblance of regret to rust the warped presence she had become was the death of kondo-san. it was in that moment --- perhaps even from the moment of his initial capture that she trod an unsure path. && the rust of regret touched the pristine blade that was she. 

for a time, she carried on in delusion of rescue --- but after that, oh after that, she merely carried on with the weight of the fallen upon her shoulders. moving her forward. the only assurance she possessed being that she must see it through to the end. someone must carry this burden && she would volunteer. not to ABSOLVE her sins. not to put their spirits to rest. but to do as she felt she must. as was the shinsengumi way. to follow the path of the warrior --- of sincerity to it’s collapse. 

broken --- was only known in her berserker form. summoned with the ghosts of regrets that she knows not if they are her own or illusion. perhaps even initially, this hijikata is the same. harboring no regrets. && yet the more the berserker surfaces, the more the demon appears && twists the ideals && mind of the woman who it resides --- the more twisted the mind gets. she, herself, is BROKEN compared to the woman of the past. a fragment of what once was. && perhaps by instinct, she is attempting to mend this gap. to right the wrong which has come to pass. even if it means her death. for that much at least has not changed --- that toshizo hijikata does not fear death. 

[sokrovennyi]

LYRICS STARTER, accepting. .｡o○ @ofsakuras

     “You tell me I look like I have just seen a ghost---------I must be going crazy.”

[coquettiiish-archived-blog]

❝How much have you had to drink?❞

          “ uh, well – i kinda lost count like … “ she’s looking at her hands, trying to recall the number she had last remembered, but it’s soon lost on her. “ probably too many at this point, but don’t worry !! “ and so she waves her hands, trying to pass off any chance of being lectured.

[midcrikawas-archive]

Why’d she decide to get all these books from the library when she knew she was not nearly strong enough to tote them all the way back to her apartment, nonetheless she was going to try her hardest to do so. She sighed and readjusted the rather heavy books in her hands for at least the fifth time since leaving the library. She had to peek around the books just to see where she even was right now. She stared at the nearby roadside and almost groaned. She used that sign as a way of keeping up with how far she was from home and she had timed how long it took to get from that sign to her apartment. Another twenty minutes away. Another twenty minutes of carrying books.

ofsakuras / starter!

[aobace]

      “Godzilla is an incredible movie and I can’t stand listening to you say it’s not.” He takes in a deep breath, clearly DISTURBED at the idea that his all time favorite movie was getting such critique. But Hajime couldn’t just become annoyed that someone had another opinion. Instead, he wanted to know more, to learn why. So he sits down and wipes the expression from his face, trying to seem genuinely interested; although his range of facial expressions were few. “What’s your take on it then?” / starter call @ofsakuras

[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghostpill-blog]

ovo !! / what do YOU think?

｡. *ﾟ≼ * ★  send ‘ovo’ for possible relationships // @ofsakuras!!

main verse: i think they could be good friends, the same way as they are in his necromancer verse!!  at least they will be able to hold hands forever,,,, they’re just two big cinnamon rolls tbh!!  though they would have significantly more chemistry in his necromancer verse, due to their shared misery... i think they already have a natural gravitation towards each other!!  

alt verse: in her current verse, he would really want to protect her... like a big brother or something. she’s really cute, almost like a small animal??  he would be very worried, especially if she was in any trouble,, if she ever asks for help, he would fly to her side in a panic, i think!!  a part of him feels as though she’s something special, but he just won’t be able to place why :3c

[sakuraandsunflower]

Inari hanging out in her sacred tree, which is the door to her domain.

[misfortuning]

13. what does your character pretend or try to care about?

CRUCIAL DEVELOPMENT— accepting !

oh BOY okay. well so first of all Isayah doesn’t pretend to care about anything, do u know how much effort that takes? nah he’s not havin it

AND YET… caring also takes a lot of energy?? listen, LISTEN HE LOVES HIS FRIENDS SO DAMN MUCH, he does and he cares about them so much and he would die for them and live for them and murder for them, but sometimes. sometimes it’s too much. sometimes, at certain moments he just…can’t give them what they’re looking for. IT DOESN’T HAPPEN OFTEN but when it does he just needs, he just needs a little break, you know? jus a little one. he still cares abt them but sometimes it’s just gotta be from a distance because sometimes staying close only ends up hurting everyone and it’s just better for him to not be there, y’know? sometimes him leaving is him trying to care and trying to not hurt his friends. and sometimes him leaving is him being exhausted and desperate and selfish and please he doesn’t want to feel things anymore

[umbrasemita]

BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst?

“DAMN.” — accepting

          when dulce was a child, she broke her arm at school during recess. a girl in her class pushed her off the top of the money bars and dulce hit the ground hard. eudosia, her grandmother, used it as an example of how nasty girls who didn’t follow rules could become. that was, by far, her worst injury. she was stuck in a cast for months.

     after dulce became homeless, she did get into a couple fist fights where she’s ended up with a concussion, a sprained wrist from punching incorrectly, and potentially some broken ribs she never bothered to get checked out or fixed. because it, sometimes she has a sharp pain when she breathes in deeply. doesn’t happen all the time. 

    aside from a few scars from bullet grazes, one almost-stabbing incident, and a single cigarette burn she was dared to endure by an old friend, dulce does her best to stay clear from fights nowadays. she’s been lucky so far, but she would rather not push her luck anymore than it already has been. 

[mochifiis-blog]

"You should be sleeping..."

❖ ❛ ( I can’t sleep starters. ACCEPTING : @ofsakuras

                       ❝ ——— No - I should be WORKING so I can get this stupid clip in on time. BEFORE the deadline. ❞

      And here you have it : the face of PROCRASTINATION. After all the work he’d put in to securing a place at his university, you’d think he’d make an effort to not put off his work until the last minute, right ?

                      ❝ Take it from me… don’t do what I do. ❞