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ichiban bday :)

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ichiban kisses ur muse and says “poggers” afterwards wyd

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so, as a handful of you guys know, i had a heart-related emergency a hot minute back and i can’t really be pushing back on bills anymore. i don’t want to e-beg but im in a rough spot rn, as im abt 300 USD in the hole rn. if you wanna help me out just a smidgen, you can help me out via my kofi. tysm

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@nakazonoluck​​  said: “ it’s a cruel world but it’s cool. “

      “yeah, you and all the rest of the tojo are having it kind of rough right now, i can make that much.” 

   ichiban almost wants to fiddle with the glass in his hands if not for the possibility of spilling his drink all over the counter; he compensates with a twiddle of his thumbs against it, keeping his eyes down at the amber as to not risk any at all eyesight. he can assume she’s, or was, an officer or someone with similar power with the way she laments, and man, is he thankful that he hadn’t seen her at omi hq on the day of the disbanding announcement. the most that he hopes that she knows is that he’s ex-arakawa family-- any more and she might just loathe him, arakawa’s son who might of so happened to throw hands with a shitton of omi and tojo officers. yeah, it wouldn’t of been the best if she knew that much.

     “buutttttt hey!” he interjects. his smile is nearly forced, but it comes from a place of genuine concern. “you had to of heard that daigo and watase are starting their own security company as kind of a safe haven, right? might be in your best interest to check it out soon.”

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so, as a handful of you guys know, i had a heart-related emergency a hot minute back and i can’t really be pushing back on bills anymore. i don’t want to e-beg but im in a rough spot rn, as im abt 300 USD in the hole rn. if you wanna help me out just a smidgen, you can help me out via my kofi. tysm

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@veiledteeth​ said: she'd ordered muscle & a delivery had been made, but of what she wasn't quite yet sure. he's big, yes, but could he handle himself ? handle HER ? a crook of her head leads her gaze this way & that, assessing line of musculature, steadiness of stance. nora walks a full circle around him then comes to a halt, only to grasp his chin & draw him down to her. ❛ can you bite, puppy ? or do you only know how to bat those pretty eyes ? ❜

     no job is odd enough for the part-time hero-part freelancer, as it almost always ends the same: ichiban triumphant and his knuckles bruised, ending with a wallet a bit heavier than it was the night previous. it’s good work for the time being, even is he is still staying in the vacant upstairs room of survive and even with his work in the confections business he swept up in an act of kindness. nothing’s better than having a little extra cash on hand, and nothing’s more fun, more exhilarating than a good tussle. and showing off his gains to a pretty woman is a WONDERFUL bonus! tonight’s good, he thinks. he doesn’t quite think of the overall obscurity of the circumstances surrounding the gig at hand, something about dream fulfillment... crazy video game mage shit, he wants to believe, but who is he to judge as long as it brings scraps to the table?

     his grin is confident and glittery under the sunset’s peach aura, the designated spot to where they’d say that they would meet only beginning to see nighttime’s break and the city lights that come with it. his suit, equally as warm, wants to shimmer from the evening’s glow as well, his own knightlike suit of armor, give for the lack of golden dragon decor and chainmail. however, his fantasies of stoicism and grandeur are halted when the woman’s fingers take him by the chin and tug, and like that of a puppy as described, his eyes go wide and gleam, starry with a newfound embarrassment. perhaps with her grasp on his chin, she could physically feel the way he gulps down an imaginary pebble in his throat, or even scorch her fingertips at the heat rolling up the length of his neck to his jaw, then to his cheeks; his fluster matches quite well with the maroon blazer over his shoulders.

    “you’ll get a good idea of how strong i am when the time comes. i can do more than just bite!” ichiban attempts to recover with a readjustment of his stance to somehow stand even taller than he previously was. a roll of his shoulders and crack of his neck with a simple crane and he attempts to compensate for the quite obvious lapse in his confidence, his smile returns and squishes against rosy, stubbled cheeks. man, this screening process is really fucking with him.

   “i’m stronger than a knight in shining armor!”

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@tresmortiis​ said: “ i’m not a whole person and i don’t think i ever will be. “

    ichiban doesn’t excel in poetics, the way he expresses his reservations and line of thought not always resembling something well thought out. he compensates with confidence, given the right opportunity, and he’s given an even better chance at such with the assistance of the warm trickle of hooch. however, he can sure as hell listen and try to understand and even lend a shoulder to cry on if so desired-- his shoulder makes a damn good pillow and an even better tissue to soak in any tears that just so happen to spill. despite this, here he’s tentative, the honeyed liquor coating his tongue doing nothing to loosen how tight his muscles felt and how stiff his jaw felt hinged onto his skull.

   “that isn’t true!”  ichiban’s retort is almost spat. what wasn’t true? well, all of it! there’s no such thing as an incomplete person, and even if there was such a man, there’s no reason to why they’d stay hurting. his optimism is coarse and loud with the way it rolls out of his mouth. how can he be so positive about about the hurting he can hardly put a finger on? he’s in the dark, the only clues given to him through the stitches that decorate fox’s golden hues and maw like lace underneath his mask, and they’re piercing.

   “i know you’re hurt, but by no means are you not whole!”  he brings a strong hand forward to grasp at fox’s shoulder and give it a small shake; it’s not very rough, more or less an on-whim attempt at making the warm air between them less tense. hopefully, ichiban wouldn’t be bothering anyone downstairs from where they sat in his room-- it isn’t like survive gets any other business outside of him and his party anyways; a shout or two from the hero isn’t anything new.

   “keep your chin up! you don’t have a single idea how much worth and substance you have, and if i have to be the one to ram it in your head, then so be it!”  perhaps ichiban is ignorant, his kindness stabbed blindly by which he does not know, but hell if he can try. his encouragement is matched with a grin, reassurance bringing his volume down by a few thankful notches. fox’s shoulder is given a gentle squeeze. “i’m here for you, man.”

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stuff i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. 2.

“ i’ve seen this before one million times. “

“ you’re scared of love and what it did to you. “

“ i am uncontrollably falling apart. “

“ the memory of you is a knife. “

“ other boys are boring and you’re a burning house i want to live in. “

“ i hope you’re okay. “

“ please come home. “

“ this destruction will be your rebirth. “

“ if someone touched me right now, it would burn. “

“ let me tell you something: you will never get away with it. “

“ the earth speaks to all of us. “

“ i only ask to be free. “

“ i love you but i’m nervous. “

“ don’t you know how much i adore you? “

“ this void cannot be filled. “

“ there’s something very familiar about this. “

“ i have seen the truth and it doesn’t make sense. “

“ you can’t save him/her/them. “

“ are you still you? “

“ don’t leave me here. “

“ i’m not a whole person and i don’t think i ever will be. “

“ it’s a cruel world but it’s cool. “

“ i don’t really want to survive. “

“ i’m just a person shaped hole in reality. “

“ i’m not just a scared kid anymore. “

“ this work never ends. “

“ i used to be a person. “

“ what am i now? “

“ i’m the monster. “

“ nothing pretty about my anger. “

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yes you can have ichiban be a host in y7 but you know damn well he would be way too awkward to try and properly woo a woman. this man would say “you too” with confidence after a girl tells him hes handsome and i think thats great for him

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FOX-SAN!

     The other’s rough hand hovered over his jaw for what seemed like an eternity, before it finally came to rest. He could feel it’s warmth… he ravels in the feeling of skinship he had not had in so long — he can’t remember. And while Fox is thinking, he can tell the other’s thoughts is running at 100 miles an hour.

     When posed the question, Fox’s lips part as if to answer — but he closes them again, merely responding with a shake of his head. It was just a very difficult process, vocal chords being damaged — and pain was long forgotten. He pushes away Ichiban’s hand to fully remove his mask, shaking his head and letting down his silver locks. Fox really is beautiful; otherworldly. Contrasting the almost brutish and hot headed nature of the other, Fox seems… ethereal — not many could match. Sharp features, a slender face with pale skin soft as silk and piercing golden hues… framed by silver locks.

     He pulls down the collar of his gear — revealing his pale, supple neck. Wrapped around it though, was a scar; it almost looked like he’d been decapitated and sown back on. Of course he wasn’t, but it just looked that way. And they seem to go down beneath clothes. He brings Ichiban’s fingertips to his own neck, grazing them against the scar. Ichiban’s fingertips were on his neck; unknowing how tempting it could be to the other.

     “Damaged… long ago.. Now stop… looking so… much… at me… Embarrassing… Something on… my face? Besides… the obvious… haha….”

   fox could of been indistinguishable from an angel if not for the frankenstein’s monster-like way his skin sutured together like a puzzle, as if he was cut apart and brought back together by a reluctant seamstress. ichiban isn’t sure of whether he should be overwhelmed with pity or to gawk puppy-eyed at the man, his words stuck in his throat when his fingertips are guided to fox’s own. he doesn’t even know what to do with his hands; instinct is loud and blaring, telling him to touch and explore the territory offered to him-- to caress and comfort, all of which he’s far too inexperienced to do so with confidence. what a flop of a hero, as quiet as a mouse and too meager to make any sly or smooth comment. no, wooing (or at least attempting to) would be far too inappropriate for a position such as this.

    “c’mon, you handsome devil, don’t get like that! i like looking at you.” though ichiban’s execution is awkward at most, a pinch of his usual perkiness inches back into his tone. it’s evident he’s trying. a hand is raised to brush aside a portion of the silver veiling the side of his face-- a gesture that ichiban could recall from cheesy, romantic comics he would read as a teenager in between sessions of dragon quest-- and he would flash a small grin. something to reassure the trust that ichiban had earned, to reassure the beauty that ichiban believes that fox has.

   “you’re so pretty that i-- well--” the hand then lowers to cup the side fox’s cheek, his other, as he’s uncertain of where to place it, goes to grasp once more at one of the other man’s. wide tawny hues meet hesitant gold. ichiban’s words are slow, uncertain to how to even... begin. baby steps, he thinks is what’s best for them, and he asks,  “--i want to kiss you, are you okay with that?”

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           @ryugyo​   said   :      “i hope this feeling lasts.”     //     accepting   .

          ———-          the   apartment   is   damp   &   warm   ,   pulsing   with   a   humidity   bred   from   within   rather   than   without   .     red   walls   breathe   ,   the   noise   from   outside   muffled   ,   distorted   .   THIS   PLACE   IS   SAFE   ,   FOR   NOW   .     a   womb   ,   insulated   &   ripe   for   innocent   dreaming   .     she   douses   her   hands   in   a   bowl   of   water   in   the   corner   ,   turning   them   over   ,   the   slosh   taking   her   down   &   into   the   proper   mindscape   .   she’s   tuning   into   him   ,   pressing   deeper   .

          she’s   past   the   warm   circuitry   of   his   blood   ,   that   haunted   animal   voice   ,   &   into   the   silent   cage   within   .   only   with   kasuga   ,   it   isn’t   so   silent   .     nora   closes   her   eyes   ,   his   rhythms   beating   inside   her   chest   ,   double   .   choruses   of   infinity   ,   of   boiling   blood   ,   of   aching   throats   scratched   with   screaming   &   just   as   many   curled   fists   .     the   boy   never   stops   .     RESILIENT   AS   A   HERO   ,   EVEN   INSIDE   THE   ECHOCHAMBER   OF   HIS   SKELETON   .   she   is   smiling   as   she   turns   ,   melting   over   with   a   newfound   affection   ,   an   invisible   token   of   understanding   clutched   in   her   palm   .   if   she   could   bottle   that   power   ,   drink   of   it   when   she   fancied   ,   she   would   be   a   drunk   .

           ❛     what     we     do     here     tonight     won’t     be     easily     forgotten     —–     for     good     or     for     ill     .     ❜     many   had   come   to   her   with   broken   hearts   ,   begging   for   scraps   of   reconciliation   ,   however   staged   &   one   -   sided   it   might   be   .   for   some   ,   it   worked   .   for   others   …   they   became   hindered   .   physically   bound   to   an   impossible   future   .   if   she   loves   me   here   ,   we   could   get   married   like   we’d   once   planned   .   have   children   ,   buy   a   country   house   ———   impudent   to   her   business   ,   as   wildly   interesting   as   they   often   proved   to   be   .      ❛    but     ,     i’ll     keep     you     safe     while     you     dream     .     cross     my     heart     .      ❜

          nora   moves   to   him   ,   the   lights   low   enough   that   they   can   see   each   others   eyes   ,   the   wave   of   a   hand   ,   but   not   much   else   .     his   expectation   ,   his   orphaned   soul   ,   is   crushing   her   in   its   trembling   hands   &   she   grabs   him   by   the   arm   to   steady   herself   as   much   as   it   is   to   guide   him   .     towards   the   bed   ,   the   only   furniture   in   the   space   besides   a   lone   chair   .      ❛     it's     time     .     lie     down     ,     puppy     .     get     comfortable     .     ❜

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          she   kneels   next   to   him   upon   the   mattress   ,   a   single   hand   pressing   his   head   gently   back   against   the   pillow   ,   forging   a   solid   physical   connection   to   draw   her   into   the   dream   along   with   him   .   they   stand   in   the   doorway   of   possibility   —–   a   vast   ,   white   expanse   of   nothing   waiting   to   be   filled   &   fulfilled   .   the   springs   creak   &   dip   as   nora   lowers   herself   close   enough   to   press   her   mouth   to   his   hair   ,   movements   slow   .     they   are   spinning   ,     tilting   ,   at   the   edge   of   consciousness   .    her   voice   speaks   in   a   language   only   for   the   two   of   them   ,   only   for   this   moment   .

           ❛     ———-          you     were     loved     then     ,     you     are     loved     now     .     show     me     what     you     need     ,     ichiban     .     ❜

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capping more ichi for icons and im reminded of the forget me not substory. LOVE going down an emotional roller coaster at 3 am

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FOX-SAN!

     Worse… haha. The declaration makes him laugh. How much he trusts Ichiban…? Fox could say he’s the number one person on that list! However, his heart is still at unease even as Ichiban tightens around his hand, and he’s wondering if this is the right thing. Is someone like himself deserving of anything except violence? It shakes him to his core, as if the roar of drums grows louder in his mind; two sides interlocked in battle as it reaches a peak—

     Fox’s gloved hand turns its tide — grabbing the other’s and guiding it to the smooth cheek of his mask, cupping it with his hand layered on top. His fingertips reach for something, akin to an invisible button; and with a hiss, the bottom half of his mask mechanically folds away — revealing half his face. Chin, jaw and pale pink lips, torn into a permanent smile. He nods, bells jingling.

     “Ichi… ban…”

     He speaks — it’s the first time Ichiban has heard Fox’s voice; its broken, cracked and slightly raspy. It takes much effort to push air out through vocal chords, and yet he’s trying… he’s trying so hard, fighting off all these feelings and confusion… It’s an uphill battle with a party of two.

    ichiban isn’t sure what to expect with the way his hand is guided to his ally’s faux face, however once fox is unmasked, a new weight inside of the cage of his ribs is prominent and heavy; those words, just hardly sewn together by thread as thin as hair, hammer in that weight even further into his heart. the damage is audible and brings ichiban to a standstill. he can hardly feel the movement of his own hand trailing down from the retracted ridges of the mask’s folds to ghost at the newly unveiled skin. with the way his fingers outstretch oddly delicately and with hesitation, ichiban’s convinced that he could somehow damage the flesh in front of him with a simple gesture or gust of breeze made by the fanning of his own digits. a story of a man is written without words, but rather with scar tissue and stitches, and ichiban isn’t sure of how to handle it.

   man, ichiban really is clueless with everything he wants to lays his fingers on.

    it takes a moment of consideration on ichiban’s part, the air silent, tense, but he soon finally brushes his palm along the angle of fox’s jawline. maybe fox can see the bob of ichiban’s adam’s apple as he swallows around nothing. his mouth might even momentarily outstretch as he clenches his teeth, as if he’s handling a fragile heirloom one bump away from shattering to dust. he’s beautiful, yet a tragedy, and this only convinces ichiban further that going through with this is so much more deserved than he initially announced.

    “does it hurt to speak?” quiet, his inquiry is uncertain, even concerned. his thumb presses gently over the cushion of fox’s chin. “i don’t want you saying my name if it hurts you.”

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DRAGON WHATSHISFACE!

he had done nothing wrong in life and yet it seems that there’s someone always wishing for him to always suffer misfortune wherever he goes and those around him also have to suffer. kiryu wishes to just disappear, to cease living but he knows that no one would want that except those that hated the dragon. he is living because many people sacrificed for him and also because of those still living and wanting the man to keep on living.

oh, how he longs to see haruka and her son but he can’t. he is unable to even make himself noticed now or else they would certainly be killed. that’s the reason he is living this low profile life and trying his hardest not to be involved in things that would put him on the spotlight. the deal was for him to die or else they will be the ones cease living but he faked his death, now everyone but a few people knows that wasn’t the case but he hopes to keep it like that. the less people know the better.

all he can do is wander the streets and trying not to be noticed by any that would cause trouble. the tojo and omi clans are gone now but kiryu still has to remain living in the shadows until he actually dies for good. that being said, he thinks it would be hard to do now that he got the attention of someone.

speaking of the devil, that said man is now greeting him so openly, that’s not good but luckily the street is empty enough so he’ll let it go for now. kiryu stares at the man, ichiban kasuga, the hero as some may call him. for someone so strange, kiryu sees true potential on him and he somehow reminds him of himself in some aspects.

kiryu approaches ichiban, he is not smiling but instead he is visibly frowning. even on empty streets someone could get a word easily.

“call it a coincidence but next time we meet, try to not be so loud.” a sigh leaves his lips. “how are things going?”

  “oh, uh-- sorry about that, haha!”  the apology, whole on near stammering, is made much more quiet with the brief duck and scratch of the back of his head. he can merely avert his eyes for a moment, biting his tongue in an attempt to overcome the fleeting embarrassment of making a fool of himself in front of such a powerhouse of a man. a great third impression, perfect! ichiban looks back up to take a quick gander to their surroundings to hopefully not take sight of anyone looking in scrutiny. thankfully, ichiban thinks that no one is taking a close enough listen to whatever there is to be said. a clear of the throat, though rather awkward in execution, brings ichiban back to the small talk at hand.

   “i’m doing better, i think, after everything that’s happened.”  surely, dealing with two losses of people who are practically family had to of taken a toll on the hero; the next few nights after the young master’s passing were soaked through and through with tears, no less made any less excruciating with arakawa’s being so close to his son’s. to say that the turmoil boiling in ichiban’s stomach was tough would be an understatement, but yet he still grinned, hands slipping ever so casually into the maroon pockets of his jacket.

    “shit’s kind of tough right now, but i’ll get through it.” he doesn’t want to continue to ponder on his losses and continue to hurt-- he’s far more interested, at least momentarily, in what the mysterious dragon of dojima had been up to!

   his almost-melancholy is interrupted by an ichiban-typical animated question: “but how have YOU been, huh?” perhaps its selfish to ask a man pretending he doesn’t exist of what he’s been up to, but one can’t blame ichiban for being curious. a small laugh so full in his chest pursues. “or are you all secretive about that too?”

    “-- JUST KIDDING, i mean-- unless you DO have to be quiet about what you’ve been up to, then by all means, don’t hesitate to shut me up.”