#nxmelessfighter

[kowaindar0u]

[ with @nxmelessfighter | from here ]

Yuichi had expected Ookurikara's arrival after returning home, but rather than fully approaching his desk, the uchigatana seems frozen in place, with what Yuichi can only describe as severe apprehension. Fear.

And that is not normal, not from Ookurikara, and definitely not at home, in the citadel, with him.

"Ookurikara?"

Yuichi puts down his things and stands, rounding his desk to meet the toudan where he's standing. He hesitates to touch him, but he does gently take his hand in both of his, channeling just a small wave of what should be some tranquil energy through him.

"That's it... relax, I've got you..."

When Ookurikara seems to relax some, Yuichi lets go of his hand, but remains close as his wide eyes search his expression in concern. He starts to ask if he's alright, but worrying that he might just say yes, he phrases it differently.

"Tell me what happened."

[zantedeschia-praesul]

「第一部隊!」 | @nxmelessfighter

The unfamiliar angry voice echoes throughout the mountaintop honmaru, so much so that the whole thing could've started a whole new string of unwanted events if it had its way.

They know the sage has his fair share of being upset with some of his men that can be easily settled, but this time, even the mild-mannered, often soft-spoken saniwa had reached his limit.

"All six of you! In my office, this instant!"

[kinships]

"Kara-chan!!" The Saniwa is excited, stopping in front of the sword with a wide grin on her face. "Guess what~?" Without waiting, she holds up a paper.

"You can go on a training expedition!"

[captastrophe]

❛ i’m going to be honest with you I’m not going to be honest with you. ❜ (ookurikara -> sengo)

YET ANOTHER ROUNDUP OF ASOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF

The Muramasa blade gave Ookurikara a look, he didn't expect such a tactiurn sword to be easy to understand, but now he was just doing this on purpose! " Lying by omission is still lying! Fine! If you won't bare yourself to me over tea, then it will have be by sparring by our blades." Sengo stood up and motioned for the other brooding sword to follow him.

"Let's see if what's stronger! The maddness and power fabled of the Muramasa blades or your devotion to being a quiet and mysetrious sword who wallflowers in corners!" He's gonna get you bare and opened up one way or another!

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[kingofwaywardsouls]

(@nxmelessfighter) “ Here are some scissors. Now cut it out. ” (ookurikara -> tsurumaru)

ABSOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF

He was handed a scissor. Just little scissors. They were handed to him by Ookurikara, who was known to be the grump of the Dategumi.

Tsurumaru just stared at the small pair of scissors in silence while he was also told what sounded like a pun coming from Ookurikara for once.

He didn't make a single movement.

It was as if he was stunned.

Why?

He doesn't know.

Where did Ookurikara even get these pair of scissors?

But the two were just talking, and then Tsurumaru brought up women and mentioned how sometimes he wishes he can just lay on their beautiful breasts.

Maybe that's why Ookurikara just casually handed him a scissor and told him to cut it out.

Seriously though. Where did he even get this small pair of scissors from just now? Was he even listening to Tsurumaru????

[caliganxio]

say that again and i will make a scene. [ ༘⋆｡ things overheard at the bar starters.] (from a very drunk saki lol)

"Go away, you're wasted."

What Leon had intended to say would not have been worded quite like that. It would've been something more like "you're pretty drunk, you should probably go home. can I help you?"

But, just a table away, Leon is quite drunk himself, so that is not what came out.

"Go away," he says again, reaching over to place a hand on this stranger's arm. "They won't give you more booze anyway."

He probably doesn't realize it yet, but his current cocktail would be his last before he, too, would be cut off.

"You drink more you're gonna regret it. If not now then tomorrow. So go home. Can you get there?"

[citadelofroses]

(@nxmelessfighter) ⁂ (ookurikara -> mitsutada)

⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back

"Ookuri --"

Oop. When the other man grabs his shirt, Shoku's visible eye widens. Especially when, soon after, he shoves him back a little, making the danshi fall back onto his futon. They'd just been putting away their blankets, so why ...?

"Did I do something?"

[ask-toukendanshi]

[ SANIWA CONFERENCE ]

[ The saniwa of multiple citadels have gathered to consult on the threat on history by the HRA in recent times, and how to combat it the best. ]

(From left to right) Hana Yazawa-Khan (@nxmelessfighter ) Yuuki Takanashi (@bravehope ) Elcie (@ask-haruaki-honmaru ) Saninya (@ask-touken-nyanshi ) Takeshi (@ask-toukendanshi ) Toraishi (@tima520 ) Saseki Harumasa (@zantedeschia-praesul ) Kanae (@firefighting-idiot )

[kowaindar0u]

(cc: @nxmelessfighter )

idk it just spoke to me lol

(original under cut, thanks @drawyourblankas )

[zantedeschia-praesul]

I'm Here, Kuri | @nxmelessfighter: x

Saseki doesn't even remember whose brilliant idea was it for them to "go check out this cute cat cafe just outside of campus!"--probably Kenshin, that freshman from culinary school next door--but he can't deny the fact that he's sold at the idea the moment Kenshin mentioned they have "poi mochi".

The things he would do for even one of them... (because splurging at Mister Donut every week is already overkill enough for his poor wallet)

Their timing had been perfect, and Saseki himself likes the cats approaching them, actually. He even holds out his hand to some of them, get a few sniffs from a couple of them, and actually lights up when they flop their cheeks on his hand as he scratches them gently. One tuxedo cat keeps bumping its head on his leg, trying to get his attention. Saseki bends down from his seat and almost coos, "Aren't you a good baby… <3"

His attempt at restraining himself from babytalking these cats almost flew out the window.

That's when he said that, and then locks gaze with Ookurikara who apparently had made an unofficial bond with the black cat now happily purring like a motorboat on his lap.

So much for restraint indeed.

He takes one good look at Oookurikara, then at the cat, then back at him, and he almost laughed. Almost.

"You mean attempting to convince you out of adopting the void baby that's already claimed your lap as the best place to sleep? Kuri, that ship's already sailed from the looks of it. What did your brother Kasha said last time? About 'cat distribution system'?"

Looks like they've been very efficient today. :3

[kowaindar0u]

Fudou is... disappointed, for a few reasons, when the doors open. Namely, he'll have no excuse to not go back to work, but also... he kind of feels like maybe he made a friend. Eh... maybe, maybe not. He did start eating this guy's food after all.

Fudou helps put the food away (again) and then gets to his feet.

"Yeah, I'm not sure we'd be climbing out of here too easily if that was the case..."

He turns to Kashagiri and offers a little smile.

"Thanks for... being cool about stuff," he then turns to the maintenance guy, giving a polite nod to him. "And thanks for getting us out of there. I'd better go-- work and all."

"He does what he wants." Kashagiri wishes the fluffball would develop predictable eating habits instead of being a bottomless pit.

He's about to have some more of the tofu when he hears a voice on the other side of the elevator doors.

"You guys okay in there? Sorry I'm late." Otegine, the building's maintenance guy, finally arrives almost half an hour after Kashagiri had made the phone call.

"Yeah…" Kashagiri turns to Fudou, who really should not have been here this long. Hopefully he doesn't get in trouble with his boss-- a single delivery wasn't supposed to take this long but it wasn't anyone's fault this happened.

The doors are suddenly pried open and Otegine grins, "You two got lucky it didn't get stuck between floors."

They're on the eigth floor, right next to Kashagiri's apartment (seriously, living next to the elevator can be such a pain with how noisy it gets everytime someone comes up here). He can finally go home and find out if his furniture has been obliterated.

[kinships]

😶 kara -> izayoi

"You're all I can think of Every drop I drink up You're my soda pop My little soda pop Cool me down, you're so hot Pour me up, I won't stop You're my so-"

She drops the broom in her hands when she turns while dancing to see Ookurikara standing there.

"...How much did you hear, Kara-chan?"

Send 😶 to catch my muse singing to themselves!

[captastrophe]

⚔ (belial)

super extra naughty indecent dirty raunchfest the meme!!!! aka, NSFW ASK MEME]]]PLEASE ASK ME!!![[[

⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks?

Dominance and Submission: "There's nothing quite like having someone at my mercy, isn't there? I live for the moment when I can assert my control and watch them succumb to my will. It's intoxicating."

Impact Play: "The sting of a well-placed strike can be exhilarating. Seeing the red marks bloom on soft skin and hearing the sharp intake of breath—it's a rush of power and pleasure."

Bondage: "Tying up a partner is like wrapping up a precious gift. It's all about the anticipation, the knowledge that they are completely at my mercy. I can take my time, explore every inch of them, and watch them squirm with need."

Sensory Deprivation: "Blinding a partner heightens their other senses, makes them more aware of my touch, my commands. It's a powerful feeling, knowing that I control their entire sensory experience."

Pet Play: "Treating a partner like a pet is a delightful power trip. The commands, the leashes, the collars—it's all about ownership and control. Seeing them respond to my every whim is deeply satisfying."

Electric Play: "The jolt of electricity, the way it makes the body jerk and twist—it's a unique sensation that blends pain and pleasure. I enjoy the reactions it elicits, the raw, primal responses."

Temperature Play: "The contrast between ice and wax is exhilarating. The shock of cold followed by the warmth of wax—it's a sensory overload that keeps a partner on their toes, literally and figuratively."

Edging: "Pushing a partner to the brink of orgasm and then backing off is a delicious form of torture. Building that sexual tension, seeing them desperate and needy—it's a power trip like no other. And when they finally do come, it's an explosion of pleasure unlike anything else."

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[kingofwaywardsouls]

(from nxmelessfighter) About [Mikazuki] (for yamanbagiri)

Send me “About [NAME]” for my character’s thoughts on another character! OPTIONAL: Send “About [NAME]: [SUBJECT]” for thoughts about a more specific thing!

"Why don't you ask about him yourself?" A sigh, adjusting where his hood would be, but now there are some days where he forgets that he's told himself he wouldn't wear his hood as often as he use to now. So he clears his throat to cut the little embarrassment.

"Everybody calls him their grandpa. It's moreso out of respect since he's one of our oldest sword warriors at the citadel. Sometimes he might forget a few things here and there, but also sometimes he'll just put on an act of forgetting some things just because of his age. How old is he exactly? Why not ask him yourself?"

[melancholicblossom]

"did you see heshikiri's shirt? it's inside out ..."

"heheh ..."

[theprincescourt]

@nxmelessfighter [Exhausted] My muse is physically and mentally exhausted, barely able to stay awake, and needs care. + reverse (ookurikara -> ouji)

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Was he dreaming? Hallucinating? A sword from the lower court was there, instead of his loyal dog.

It was even one of those he'd never liked the look of. Too untrustworthy, too likely to turn on him. The look of distrust in those golden eyes, not so much unlike his own, unsettled the prince.

"... You... Have you come to kill me? Now might be your only chance...", Ouji let out a tired laugh, no joy behind it. In his rational mind, he knew the tsukumogami couldn't harm him, not with the spiritual geas holding them there, under his rule. But his exhausted mind had been overtaken by paranoia, seeing enemies in every shadow.

The sword in his field of vision was blurry from how unfocused his eyes kept getting, loopy from the lack of sleep but unable to relax or the unseen foes would ascend on him the moment he let up his guard. Where was his Heshikiri? His loyal dog to drive away this stranger.

The way this man, this spirit, Ookurikara was dressed wasn't the same as he'd seen him before. This one was dressed so casually, nothing how he demanded from the lower court.

"Do it. Try your best... If you don't succeed, you'll be the one to die instead."

At least that's what the prince hoped he'd said, his head swimming, and body feeling heavier by the moment.

If this was his end, it was pathetic. To die at the hands of a mere spirit. A betrayal of the worst kind. His own turning on him.

Although... This was not his own. Those golden eyes were not dead inside. There was a fire in them. A fire that he hadn't yet extinguished.

Of resentment. Or worse, of pity.