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@thunderisen said: “why do you have to be such and angry Pomeranian all the damn time? All you do is yap yap yap at everyone’s heels. Just shut up already.” (FROM MUI TO SANEMI!!! Cause I wanna start shit)

was today a holiday or something? where did all these children come from? and why can't they bother literally anyone else? sanemi lets out a huff from his nose, before slowly turning his head towards muichiro.

" tokito. " he's straining to keep himself composed. " don't piss me off. " and that's the only warning.

BULLYING SANEMI. / always accepting!

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“REST” (if you’re still accepting!! Perhaps from daki as a “father daughter bonding moment?”🥺)

send " REST. " for the sender to sit beside the receiver and rest their head in the receiver's lap without explanation. / not accepting.

and it was during these moments, that the fearsome demon seemed so small. he wondered if such smallness made her angry, deep down — so much like kokushibō; always metaphorically puffing up their feathers in hopes no one will cross them.

but she was still just a child, wasn’t she? especially during these vulnerable moments, she was only a child.

“you don’t have to worry, okay?” a smile, “i’ll protect you.���

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𝘟𝘟┊ 𝘑𝘜𝘋𝘎𝘌𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘛 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘜𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

#TSUKIRISEN 𝘢  𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦  &  𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦  . 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘕𝘺𝘹. 𝟤𝟥. 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴  𝘧𝘵.  𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴  𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯 !    𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵,  𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯  𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 ,  &  𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸. (𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩!) !    𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦  𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴  𝘪𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘦 CARRD 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦  𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 !    𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 (𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘸//𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸//𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦). 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭  𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 ,  𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦  𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵  𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵.

Follows come from @thunderisen

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𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭𝘴.

#WIINGRISEN 𝘢  𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦  &  𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦  . 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘕𝘺𝘹. 𝟤𝟥. 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴  𝘧𝘵.  𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴  𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘢 !    𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵,  𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯  𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 ,  &  𝘶𝘱  𝘵𝘰  𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦  𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩  𝘢𝘭𝘭  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘴  ( 𝘯𝘰𝘵  𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳 - 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 ,  𝘴𝘰  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ) !    𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦  𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴  𝘪𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘦 CARRD 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦  𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 !    𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 (𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘸//𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸//𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦). 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭  𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 ,  𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦  𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵  𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵.

Follows come from @thunderisen

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@thunderisen said: “You have no idea what your blood does to me… it calls to the darkness within.” (I think you already know. He’s a hoe istg🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️)

there is so much he wants to say, but akaza finds his throat dry. there was something so thrilling about hearing the words from kyojuro. to hear that the flame on his lap craved and craved as much as akaza craved. to hear that he is longed for, hungered for. akaza is a predator -- someone that consumes without stop. it is strange what kyojuro changes in him -- no longer wanting to eat, but wanting to be eaten.

kyojuro longs for him, longs to taste his blood. he wants to open him and tear him apart, turn him into the corpses akaza consumes on the daily. akaza would give it all up for that. so, he tilts his head a bit. baring his throat to kyojuro. a hand reaches into flame colored hair and tugs, before pushing kyojuro closer.

" take a bite, " he's trying to sound demanding, but a pathetic whine is what comes out. " you're hungry for it, right? eat me up, kyojuro. "

ROMANCING THE IMMORTAL. / accepting!

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" ᴅᴏᴍᴀ-ᴅᴏɴᴏ? " a pause as the young mother comes to ᴋɴᴇᴇʟ before the founder. Rivulets of obsidian cascade around her smaller frame as she ʙᴏᴡs ɪɴ sᴜʙᴍɪssɪᴏɴ.

Something had been eating at her. ɢɴᴀᴡɪɴɢ away at flesh and bone, as if it was a hungry beast. Time and time again she had been asked if everything was alright. And oh how the ʟɪᴇs slipped past pearly whites. Deep down the young mother knew couldn’t voice her concerns properly. Any time she tried the words always got stuck in the back of her throat; choking, strangling her like ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ғʀᴏsᴛ.

Breath shudders, evergreen hues find solace in staring at the wood panels below. “ ᴡʜʏ ɪs ɪᴛ... ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs... ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ ᴘʀᴀʏ ɪ ʀᴇᴄɪᴇᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ? “

Tears fall in tandem with a heavy heart. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ғᴀɪʀ. She never asked for much. All she ever prayed for was the safety of her child, and even then that wasn’t a guarantee. The lingering fear or being found always following behind like a beast ready to pounce.

  " ɪs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? "

unprompted / always accepting!

“you’re suffering,” an immediate conclusion from the words she spoke, “you’re suffering because you feel unheard by those you’ve devoted yourself to.”

a smile; gentle sunlight beaming down upon her, “if you’ll let me, i have something to say.”

and then, he continues, “there’s nothing forcing you to devote yourself to beings that won’t listen to you. i know your faith is shaken right now — i know you’re in pain. if you think you have to devote yourself to those of paradise to stay here, let me tell you kotoha…”

he shakes his head, “you will always be welcome here. whether you stay here as a devotee of paradise, or just as a mother doing her best for her son. i want you to be comfortable before anything else — and if your faith wavers, let it.”

he points to his heart, “you deserve security. do what is right for you, okay? i will support you through it all.”

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(from Kotoha!! I hope this is okie baphy!! Just another idea that had been sticking in my mind since she dies before the twins are born🥺)

❛ 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘋ō𝘮𝘢-𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘰? ❜

A simple question and one that meant so much. She had never once let anyone touch the babe clinging to her bosom, and yet here she was offering him up. The idea hadn’t even crossed her mind, but as her sleep ridden body continued to grow evermore tired. She feared she didn’t have much of a choice but to offer.

Despite it all evergreen hues swim with innocence. Head tilts, obsidian locks fall as she gazes upon the founder. The infant nestled safely within her arms, before timidly holding the babe out for him to take. Aside from being sleep ridden. Something itched. A curiosity ticked deep within her belly. Kotoha couldn’t help but wonder what he would look like holding a child. Would he be a good 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳? She hoped to stick around long enough to find out, but until then. This would have to suffice.

unprompted / always accepting! / @thunderisen

and there was a blink of radiant hues. immediately, he raises his hands, “oh no — i shouldn’t…!” he’d held children before, but never one as important as little inosuke. he looks between kotoha and the little one — before he starts to notice the bags under her eyes, and the fragility to her voice. it seemed difficult to speak up for her — was she really so tired?

slowly, he lowers his hands — edging closer. he still looked nervous, admittedly, but he turns back on his initial decision, “well… maybe for a little while.”

a smile, as he gently nestles hands under inosuke; a moment of gentleness between. she felt so warm, and he felt so cold — he hoped it wouldn’t disturb her (or the baby), to witness such a thing.

“hey there, inosuke,” voice gentle and melodic — it wasn’t exactly a rarity for children to fall asleep listening to him, “i’m going to take you from your momma for a moment. you see, she looks,” a glance to kotoha, “very tired. and that’s not your fault — but i’m going to help you both through it.”

and then, he sweetly scoops up the infant. a hint of a purr leaves him — but he cuts it off before anyone suspects anything.

“i like your eyes,” smile like gentle sunlight on a winter’s morn, “just like kotoha’s.”

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breath hitches. there is something different about hearing kyojuro describe him. the way he's described as some sort of vice. a temptation to lead the man of honor down a dark path. sure, akaza always assumed that's what he was. but to hear it said? to hear it and then feel hands on his chest, tracing every tattoo? akaza could lose his mind, maybe he already has.

the breath on his neck makes him shiver, pleading expression as he waits for fangs to sink into his skin (but they never arrive.) golden eyes shift to kyojuro's expression, primal, evil, almost mirroring akaza's own expression when he's teasing. shit.

" kyojuro. " eyes widen at the request, and another whine leaves his throat. " don't -- i don't beg -- " but he wants this. he wants kyojuro to sink teeth into his neck, to let blood gush from his skin. he wants kyojuro to be the only thing he can feel and see and taste and --

shit. shit. shit.

" pl- ... please. " it's whispered, so silent, only for his ears. " please kyojuro i -- please. i'll be so good just ... please. "

Silence drones on and with it Kyo finds fear gripping his soul in its vice like grip. Fireish hues hide behind eyelids, shame shadowing his features. Perhaps he had pushed the third a little too hard. Was he too forward with his desires? Was his hunger such and uncontainable beast that it had him acting this way?

Yes. Yes it was. With the silence Kyo finds himself wanting to speak the unspoken. Wanting to throw away any inch of denial and offer himself, be it body, mind and soul. He didn't care. Anything Akaza wanted he could have. All he had to do was take. Like a game of cat and mouse Kyo dances with his emotions, gnawing on his bottom lip as he ponders if he should bear his soul to the oni. For once he should be the forward one.

Fireish hues snap open, his decision being made in an instant, breath becomes stuck in his throat, head dips to carelessly rest against the oni's shoulder. "Look at what you've done to me. I'm supposed to be a man of honor. Not someone so filled to the brim with desire. You drive me insane. You're all I hunger for. All I ever think about." words uttered against pale flesh; fingers come to mindlessly trace the tattoos adorning the oni's chest.

Hair is tugged, throat is bared, and he can't take his eyes off the juncture between collar and neck. Tongue pokes out to wet his lips once he's pushed closer. and instead of biting instantly. Kyo finds himself inhaling deeply, sigh of delight leaving him the second the scent coaxes his senses. Kyo had lived for so long upon a fiery ledge, the calling of winter's soul comes as a redemptive season song. He wanted to bask in the frigid touch of the oni before him.

words are spoken as a half-hearted demand. The whine that leaves akaza's throat sounding like music to his ear. Eyes shift upwards, smirk creeping its way to his face. Something shifts. Something primal becomes alight in his soul. " As much as I would love to sink my teeth in you. I want you to beg for it. Can you do that for me Kaza? "

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he is going to blow a fucking gasket. he should be kinder, he should. tokito was probably one of the few people he didn't despise with every last breath -- mainly because he at least was fun to spar. however: sanemi didn't like people. sanemi barely tolerated people. so all of whatever this was was starting to get on his last damn nerve.

" tokito. " now it's like an animal barely holding back a bite, like it's taking every last fiber of his being not to reach out and break muichiro in half (be calm, be cool, be calm, be cool.) " i don't care about that. don't you have some teenager shit to be doin'? or some friends to bother instead? fuck off. " well he's being calm, but he's sure not being nice.

and perhaps it was akin to constantly being considered a child all the damn time that made him irate. Sure he was of the ripe age of 14, but even then he had done things the white haired male had yet to do. He had already slayed his upper moon. was that what made the wind tick so much? His own failure in doing something a child could do?

Lips shift, smirk settling on gentle features. Only one way to find out. " Shinazugawa. " he doesn't hesitate in repeating the older mans family name. " Whatever gave you that idea? " head tilts; rivulets of obsidian kissed teal sway in doing so. Feigned innocence lingers in his next question. " Are you still pissy I killed an upper moon before you got the chance? "