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unsterblichhund:

@kitsuneodoru ||  Event Starter Call

     Covered in dust and movement slow, Heine was not liking having to trek through the forest to get– well, out. He didn’t like it– however much Lily would’ve loved to see all the life and play around, he hated it.

     Though, that could also be because of the random attackers who seemed to be made of plants themselves. It was annoying, and his nerves were high due to the unfamiliar environment and more than disadvantage he had. Hand-to-hand only went so far when fighting against things that weren’t human.

     He almost doesn’t catch it; a flare of colors, light but distinct to the rest of the location; he already dropped into a combat stance and was ready to rush before he realized it wasn’t one of the usual attackers.

“What the fuck is this, some sort of game?”

     This wasn’t just him anymore; there were others. That changed the ballgame.

“I like to think of things more as a dance, personally. You only have to change the pace if things get a little wild, that way.”

Kogitsunemaru had been meandering his way through the forest for days now. Relying mostly on his senses and instinct, he had been able to get by in the strange wood, but not without a few harrowing encounters here and there. Tears and stains littered his clothes and his hair had started to fly wildly out of place: if one didn’t know better, one might mistake him for a native--or at least more of a fox than he presented himself to be.

Coming upon this stranger had been happenstance, mostly, though he had heard someone crashing through the brush with relatively little regard for anything that might be around him. He wondered if the man had fared any better than he had, but given the scowl on his face, he doubted it.

“If I’m being honest, though, this small fox has no want of falling in step with anyone. Being lost is bad enough as it is. Crossing swords in a strange situation can only make a problem worse, no?”

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“What is a fox without its fangs?”

Kogitsunemaru looked down to the forest floor below him, idly waiting for someone to cross his path as he mused aloud. He had come to in the forest with no one around save for a few creatures on whom he thought he might be able to rely. Needless to say, when they turned their claws and strange powers on him, his awakening was quite the rude one.

Their pursuit was relentless, but the tachi was not one to be counted out when the chips were down. He relied on his instincts to guide him, and now here he sat, technically cornered, but unaccosted. But being in the boughs of safety wasn’t going to bring him any closer to his goal. He needed to find a way to escape. But he was no fool. This forest was alive and deadly. Making the journey alone was asking to be snapped in two.

So he waited. Surely, there would be another of like mind who would come along eventually. If not... well. A fox was a hunter, after all.

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legendoftongueflame:

“Ah…” It only took a moment for Yaiba to place the voice and face – he did remember a fellow fox.

“Kogitsune… maru, is that not your Legend of Moniker? Hence, I naturally have free time for someone such as yourself, doubly so if you were on the way to acquire the Legend of Culinary Delights.”

“Great minds do think alike, it would seem. I was curious about just how well-made the sakuramochi I’ve been seeing floating around actually are. A second opinion is always of value. You must tell me how things have been in my absence. And of you, of course.”

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abiecisse:

(  ⚡ ) It had already been spring when the teen had come to this city, at least, if one went by the dates. But he was truly feeling it now, with the festival around, the atmosphere of the city changed to its likeness. It really felt like a springtime of youth. But isn’t that what spring is? From where he came, spring had always meant a season of new beginnings, a new chapter in ones life, the connotation of love being prevalent. 

“A flower festival huh~ I wonder if I’ll meet new people too? Perhaps a ‘friend’?” A characteristically unlucky teen mused to himself, optimistic that perhaps, maybe, he’d gain some new bonds here. Usually heavy steps would turn lighter, as Tsumugi made his way to where the festival was taking place. His mood, clearly better than when he first came here.

“–Oh!” Just as he had started making his way, Tsumugi would be stopped by a curious passerby. Would it be better to say the passerby looked far more curious than the festivities? Such quips would, however, be kept to himself. “I am not familiar with this city’s customs myself…. But I do believe, that they are celebrating the coming of spring by enjoying the flowers…?”

“The coming of spring... I suppose that is a reason to celebrate on a number of levels, haha.”

Kogitsunemaru turned his eyes back toward the towering archway that led to the festival proper and mused on the sight of it all. Honestly, it looked like something straight from some flight of fancy, if he were to tell the truth. Not that he could really say anything about it, considering his own origins, but were he anything but what he was, he would consider just the sight of it something straight from the realms of sleep. Even now, petals seemed to carry on every breeze as though he were caught in some young maid’s daydream. He was fortunate he enjoyed the sight, else he might have felt like crying.

But he eventually looked back to the poor soul he’d stopped in his quest of learning and offered an apologetic nod. 

“Well, that does make the most sense, all things considered. I suppose I could have gathered that much just by looking! My apologies for having stopped you on your way. I guess it’s true when they say a curious fox makes for a rather engaging distraction.”

“Still, a festival of flowers... one would think they could at least acknowledge the one who brings such things, but humans have always been a curious lot.”

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send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

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malachite; bougainvillaea; currant

has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

- By and large, no. He largely remains aware of which lines aren’t to be crossed with those he actually cares for. If there’s been anything at all he might have felt guilty about, it might have been swiping a treat from a friend, but he always makes it up to them in the end.  -

would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

- Kogitsunemaru loves to beat around the bush as a pastime in casual settings. He loves to tease and meander his way through conversations when he’s having fun, if only because he enjoys the conversation itself. When it comes to serious conversations, though, he can be fairly blunt depending on the situation. Fortunately, few things can really push him that far. -

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currant & mallow !

what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

- Kogitsunemaru is pretty chill by most accounts, but if he should ever come across a holy place that’s been desecrated or someone being disrespectful on the grounds, that’s usually a pretty quick method to draw his ire and disgust. Considering his origins, it’s something of a personal insult to him. -

what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

- The scent of fresh-brewed tea, a warm, spring day, traditional treats, and flower blossoms are just some of the things that would remind Kogitsunemaru of his friends. Though he’s a sword, he does have some idle time where he’s partaken in human things. Sharing those things with others have given him a lot of associations now. -

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cool grey!

If your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

- Probably his continued ability to be of use to his master for as long as he’s able. Kogitsunemaru can pretend to be a lot of things, but if nothing else, he takes his duty as a danshi seriously. He knows one day he’ll suffer an irreparable blow and break, but until that happens, he’ll keep carrying out orders when he’s asked. -

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colorful headcanons.

( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

black: does your muse have a 'bucket list?' list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

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-- @legendoftongueflame

“Well, well. If it isn’t my train friend. Yaiba, was it not?”

“I wasn’t expecting to find another familiar face among the crowd, but I suppose fate conspires for fellow foxes to meet. Are you simply passing through this quaint little festival or do you have some time to spend with me?”

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-- @houchipurei

“How funny... And here I didn’t think you would be the sort to be attracted to lilies, of all things. I suppose that goes to show even close comrades can surprise now and again. Then again, that makes things all the more exciting.”

He grinned as he leaned over the other blade’s shoulder to peek at the flower in his hand, not showing a bit of concern over the fact that for most, he was probably too close for comfort. He knew all too well this one wouldn’t mind. At least, not that much.

“It would seem as though fate is as fickle as ever, doesn’t it, Kikkou?”

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-- @abiecisse

It felt a bit strange being within the confines of this city again, especially when he realized he didn’t know it terribly well. He couldn’t remember what it was that had kept him from traveling the city’s streets, but he supposed it mattered little: what had passed had passed, but what was to come to pass had brought him back here.

So, he might as well make the most of it.

“But to arrive in this place again on the eve of a festival... I suppose his will is as whimsical as always.” He laughed to himself at the coincidence of it all, but it did strike him a little odd. But no matter, he thought. It was a good way to learn more about the people of this place, at any rate.

“Do you have a moment to spare for this small fox, my friend?” he called to a passerby. “There seems to be some excitement about this little gala, but I’m not all too familiar with it. Is this city paying tribute to some god or another?”  

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This small fox is back and ready to make some new friends. Feel free to like this for a small starter! Some of them might be based around the Festival, jsyk! I’ll cap it at around three, but castmates are exempt!

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legendoftongueflame:

Had Yaiba actually managed to make a good first impression?  This was simultaneously completely expected and a very, very pleasant surprise.  Now he only had to maintain it.  While he would never admit to how stressed that thought made him, it did show itself in the form of an additional crease above one of his eyebrows.

“Yueni… I am Yaiba.”

He held out a hand to shake, a motion that set off his bracelets clinking together.

“’Yaiba’... It should be easy to remember as unique a name as that,” he teased as he shook the other’s hand. The sound of his new acquaintance’s jewelry clanging together reminded the tachi that the entire ensemble he was wearing seemed a bit odd to his eye. Admittedly, he hadn’t seen much beyond the walls of the Citadel from whence he came, but at the very least, he had to wonder how it was he kept away the chill. 

But more intriguing to him was the strange parcel strapped to his back. It reminded him of some of the older styles in which some swords were wrapped and transported, but its shape didn’t lend itself to any type of blade Kogitsunemaru knew.

“Well, now that we have that out of the way, shall we wander together toward this new place? You can teach me more things as we go. Or perhaps you can tell me about this curious thing on your back. It has a rather... unique shape, I would say.”

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   ►► Touken Ranbu - Hanamaru- ✿      ○  Kogitsunemaru  ×  Mikazuki Munechika 

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hinkontana:

       His composure drops at the beat of a heart the moment there is confirmation they were on their way to yet another temple. It surely must be something related to his origins, to the fact he was some sort of Inari fox-sword hybrid or whatever Kogitsunemaru was made with. Heian swords were quite out of this world ( he didn’t dare to approach them if he had the chance ), many who, nowadays, Japanese were unsure existed at all. The uchigatana had heard several stories of smiths praying to the Gods and being heard, stories of iron & steel being gifted to them by deities to aid in their smithing. Unlike Kashuu’s own, who swore all his sweat and fought for steel and iron to be able to smith anything at the riverbank, such swords had a much more divine atmosphere around them than any swords of the Shinsengumi ( or any of the younger swords, really ).

       Perhaps it was why, then, that they could understand each other but nobody else seemed to fit in their own little world.

       ❝ Look, I don’t want to sound rude or anything, but I reeeeeally don’t care about this temple’s architecture or anything!! Why didn’t you pick Kasen, instead? I’m sure he would have liked to come much better. ❞

       Yet he still comes to a halt and looks at the architecture Kogitsunemaru seemed to impressed at.

       ( of course, it ends up being simply something kashuu couldn’t quite understand. ) ❝ Hmmm, I dunno. I mean, there’s a bunch of weird stuff here, right? Even if Aruji isn’t here, we still sustain our bodies, so it could be possible? Is that really important? I mean, you don’t plan on living on this temple or anything, right? It’s not even an Inari temple! ❞

“If one is in the company of gods themselves, surely the one you wish to meet will come before long. It’s inevitable, wouldn’t you say?”

Kashuu had been right when he’d said someone like Kasen may have appreciated the trip as a whole more, but Kogitsunemaru had fully expected this sort of push back from the younger sword from the outset. The old blade didn’t mind it, though, since it gave him a chance to spend more time with him. Kashuu had always been one of the more lively swords in the Citadel and a constant source of curiosity in one realm or another. Kogitsunemaru couldn’t count the number of times he’d started some strange trend or had others talking about things that were more than a bit beyond his depth.

But more importantly than that, Kashuu had a history that interested him. Kogitsunemaru was a sword born from song and lived on in legend, but Kashuu was a sword that was born in poverty and lost to tragedy--broken in the midst of a battle and left behind to fate crueler than most. It wasn’t something he spoke on often for obvious reasons, but the story was known well enough within their home. Kogi had been long curious how something that could have been so traumatizing had seemingly left the young blade with no obvious ill effects. Most of these seemingly odd outings and off-hand conversations had been subtle attempts to dig into what really made the sword tick, but as of yet, the fox-blade had made very little progress. 

Perhaps he’d have to try something fashion-based next time instead.

“Though I could live here at this temple, this small fox would probably grow too lonely before long to stay there. I would miss hearing your shouting about one of the tantou getting into your face paint, among other things.”

“But you are right about one thing: there are many strange things in this place we’ve been brought to. Have you ever wondered why it is that so many have been spirited here and for what purpose?”

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ahs: murder house sentence starters

❜  the light is different out here. it’s softer.  ❜

❜  so we’re the addams family now.  ❜

❜  that girl is a monster.  ❜

❜  jesus h. christ.  ❜

❜  can i ask you a personal question?  ❜

❜  don’t make me kill you again.  ❜

❜  is there anything more wonderful than the promise of a new child… or more heartbreaking when that promise is broken?  ❜

❜  i’m trying very hard not to judge you.  ❜

❜  but i was never unfaithful.  ❜

❜  i’m not usually much of a cupcake girl myself…  ❜

❜  i’d kill to live in this house, regardless of the history!  ❜

❜  i don’t want to be here anymore!  ❜

❜  try to find some dignity in the situation.  ❜

❜  every time I find my heart breaking just a sliver for you, i suddenly remember. you made this mess for yourself.  ❜

❜  i’m not naive to the ways of men.  ❜

❜  you say we were victims of something bad there. i say that’s the place where we survived.  ❜

❜  i am trying here!  ❜

❜  everybody thinks they have style, and everybody thinks they’re funny. most people aren’t.  ❜

❜  i think you should just leave.  ❜

❜  the one thing about the dead is they’ve got nothing left to lose.  ❜

❜  you hear me? i will kill you.  ❜

❜   screw high school. that’s… it’s just a blip in your timeline. don’t get stuck there.  ❜

❜  we need the money.  ❜

❜  i’m finding it really hard to look at your face. cause i really, really, really want to bash it in.  ❜

❜  but i’m not going to be your friend. i will merely tolerate you.  ❜

❜  why are you bullshitting me?!?  ❜

❜  sometimes shit just happens.  ❜ 

❜  the dead can hold a grudge better than most scorpios.  ❜

❜  fags have such a great eye for detail, don’t they?  ❜

❜  i’m going to have a little glass of this chardonnay.  ❜

❜  as you can see, this room belongs to a sad, depressed teenager.  ❜

❜  why are you being such an asshole?  ❜

❜  this turns you on. i know it does.  ❜

❜  depressing sex is even more depressing when you try so hard.  ❜

❜  did it hurt? the first time usually does.  ❜

❜  they’re just trying to scare you.  ❜

❜  i’m open to suggestions.  ❜

❜  i think i have mommy issues. you know a good therapist?  ❜

❜  you’re kidding me. i thought you said you hated her.  ❜

❜  i have long stopped asking why the mad do mad things.  ❜

❜  as big as this place is, it does get very lonely.  ❜

❜  watch it, you goddamned queen!  ❜

❜  what are you gonna do? murder me?  ❜

❜  we’ll make excellent parents.  ❜

❜  seriously, though, are you ready for all this? i mean, you never struck me as the diapers and midnight feedings type.  ❜

❜  he’s the most beautiful baby i’ve ever seen.  ❜

❜  from blood and pain come perfection.  ❜

❜  my mom is dead.  ❜

❜  why would i do that?  ❜

❜  i used to think you were like me.  ❜

❜  you are the darkness.  ❜

❜  you are the only light i’ve ever known.  ❜

❜  you have to pay for what you did! all the pain you’ve caused, all the sorrows.  ❜ 

❜  i can’t be with you, i won’t be with you.  ❜

❜  go away!  ❜

❜  are you sure you want to be alone? they say this house is haunted.  ❜

❜  you’re kind of twisted, aren’t you?  ❜

❜  you’re charismatic and compelling and a pathological liar.  ❜

❜  ever since I was a little girl, I knew I was destined for great things.  ❜

❜  but… my dreams became nightmares.  ❜