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toukenramblings · 3 years

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Hello~! What would Yagen and Kashuu do, if their Saniwa is sick but still insist on working? They are really stubborn about that and just don't want to stay in bed all day.

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Yagen Toushirou

The minute Yagen finds out that you’re sick as hell not in a good way, he immediately wants you to rest. He’ll fucking guard your room himself if he must. He doesn’t panic like Kashuu will (more on that later) but to him, it’s your health above all. He will be that nurse who comes to check on you every hour for updates, taking your temperature and so on and so forth.

He keeps his brothers away from you during this time. The more hyper ones at least, they can go sit in a corner and think about what they’ve done.The quieter ones like Gokotai or Akita or Ichigo can stay, he can trust them. They can help him take care of you!

And then you sneak outta your room while Gokotai’s tiger(s) didn’t notice and now you’re WORKING? IN THIS CITADEL? OH N O. Yagen may be small as fuck (5 feet/153 cm) but damn right he’s going to carry you back to your DAMN ROOM.

Now the more hyper brothers are of use. They rat you out the minute you try to work, and keep you distracted. Sure they’re going to carry you back to your room and take away anything that seems like work but damn right they are going to help you get better. It’s what the doc ordered!

If you’re just bored in bed, it’s up to Yagen and the Toushirous to the rescue! Gokotai with her tiger(s), Hirano and Maeda with stories and four leaf clovers, Hakata with whatever the heck he’s up to, and so on and so forth! Maybe Yagen will give you a lap pillow to help you relax? I mean you do it to him and he does it to his siblings. Why not complete the circle of love and give you a lap pillow!!

YEs he will still take away anything related to your work. Yes he’ll have his brothers guard you and watch movies with you. He’ll join in of course, letting you lean your head on his shoulder as you nap and then usher everyone out.

Yeah Yagen may get sick but it’s not like he can’t take care of himself! He can and will! He’ll multi-task and take care of you and himself at the same time!

All of the soup. He’s going to ask Kasen and Micchan how to cook and make you soup or something or other to munch on while you’re sick. Not really the udon song in Hanamaru but more along the lines of “sus looking but healthy and taste good so it’s edible” and he does make it with you in mind so it’s the thought that counts?

Yagen knows you’ll bounce back easily, it’s just a cold. You’ll only make it worse if you work! GO BACK TO BED. Don’t make him drug you. he won’t he promises

But if anything Yagen trusts you. He wants you to feel better! You are his master and you are important to this citadel. You just have to get better! Yagen will stay by your side until the end for that!

Kashuu Kiyomitsu

Oh this poor young man PANICS when he finds out that you’re sick. Perhaps he’s still thinking of Okita and how he died from his illness, immediately will ask if it’s some kinda disease similar to TB. But when Yagen tells him that it’s just a normal cold or something his panic leaves him but like - dude, he’ll still worry about you.

Assuming you two are together, Kashuu will know your habits by now. He knows that you will try to work while being sick so you wake up to find your room full of nothing but nail polish and beauty products. Where the fuck did your papers go? Back in your office where those damn things belong. You are not leaving your room while you are resting.

If you are bored, expect Kashuu to tell you stories or just do little things with you. Make hair accessories or accessories in general, paint and mess with your nails and hands - give you kisses. Sure you may look like hell from falling in and outta sleep like this but he loves you none the less!

And then you sneak outta your room to go work and Kashuu has to drag you back to bed. Asks the rest of the Shinsengumi to help seal off the door to your office. He’s carrying you as Yams and Nagasone lock the doors and Horikawa is making soup and Kane-san is just....being moral support.

If you keep on insisting that you want to work, Kashuu will only give you the easiest documents to work on, along with the shortest ones. He’s not letting you work for too long, he knows how bad it is to overwork yourself. You bet your ass he’s going to be there right next to you, hovering over your shoulder and taking your papers away when he thinks you have had enough.

Cuddles. Don’t fucking think that just because you’re sick Kashuu won’t cuddle your ass. Yes he’s a little concerned with you sneezing and coughing on him but if it’s for his beloved master (and romantic partner) he’ll do whatever he needs to do to make you happy!

No lippy kisses during sicky days. It’s forehead and cheek kisses or bust.

As you recover you can see the life shine back in his eyes, oh so happy that you’re okay! If anything happened to you, oh man Kashuu would be disTRAUGHT. He’s still going to hover around you though, worried beyond belief.

Most of all, if you’re uber cuddling during your sick times, KAshuu is more than willing to cuddle~!

and then kashuu gets sick and you get to spoil him!!!

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damienthepious · 5 years

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The Rite of Movement (Chapter 2)

[Ch 1] [ao3] [Ch 3] [Ch 4] [Ch 5]

[Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Lord Arum, Sir Damien, Rilla, The Keep, Original Monster Character(s), Sir Marc, Sir Talfryn, Sir Angelo, Quanyii, Sir Caroline

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Engagement, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Poetry, Presents, Monster Customs, Dancing

Fic Summary: Arum has a surprising revelation about his own feelings, and then decides to take matters into his own claws since his humans don’t seem to realize what they are denying themselves.

Chapter Summary: A conversation over breakfast. Hashing out the details, as it were.

Notes: Sorry for the long delay between chapters, I don't have as much of a well-defined plot for this one as I did for Reckoning, so Reckoning took precedence until it was done. Hopefully, this story will just keep going until we hit the actual wedding. Will I be able to actually WRITE said wedding, as an unmarried enby who hasn't been to a wedding since I was maybe eight years old? WE SHALL SEE.]

It isn’t until the next morning that Rilla remembers to question the technicalities, and Damien starts to worry again in the general sense.

“It’s one thing to be engaged,” Rilla says gently as Damien scoops out scrambled eggs and a vegetable hash onto their plates for breakfast. “There’s no law against engagement, regardless of how many people are involved or whether any of them happen to be monsters. But actually getting married… I don’t know if there’s a priest in the world who would-”

“I told you not to worry about what is possible, Amaryllis,” Arum says, voice warm and content and a little bit smug. “You are thinking too small. A human priest? Admittedly, you would be hard pressed to find one amenable to our situation. But your world is larger than just the realm of humanity now, is it not?”

“You are suggesting a- a monster priest?” Damien says, his voice lilting up in disbelief as he sets the skillet back on the counter and comes to join them at the table.

“Probably not a priest as you would recognize. But- there are monsters who oversee such ceremonies.” When they stare at him, doubtful, he scoffs, but he’s still smiling. “What, did you think that committing to each other was a strictly human desire? Not every monster wishes to, and some who desire commitment simply decide that they are married without the pomp and circumstance. But still others have a fondness for attention, ritual, the involvement of friends and rivals and underlings- you understand my meaning.”

“It wouldn’t matter that there are three of us?” Damien asks curiously. “I know that two in unity is a very human concept, but-”

“Monster unions are often complex, and often even more complex than three. Sometimes unions are more practical than romantic, sometimes they are mergers of families, sometimes a commitment of monsters will fall out of love and hold an extravagant ceremony of parting. Three instead of two in the human way is an unchallenging thought, honeysuckle. There is only one rule, for monsters.”

“And marrying you off to a couple of humans…” Rilla trails off.

Arum shrugs. “I know one or two powerful monsters who live far from the Citadel, who hold no specific grudge towards humanity, and if I asked them to oversee the ceremony for me… I think I could convince them.” He pauses, clears his throat. “I… may have already opened a correspondence or two… to test the waters.”

“Wow,” Rilla says. “You’ve really been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?”

“… yes,” Arum admits, his tail curling around her ankle gently. “Yes I have.”

“A monster wedding,” Damien murmurs. “Saints, how my life has changed…”

“Does the idea bother you?” Arum asks, tone carefully blank.

“Once upon a time it would have,” he says with a wry smile. “Now I’m merely considering how to go about telling Sir Angelo about this without him accidentally revealing to the entire Citadel the event we are planning.”

“Oh, damn,” Rilla says with a sigh. “Working out the invitations for this is going to be interesting, huh?”

Arum gives a long-suffering sigh. “Marrying a knight, I suppose I shall have to endure a limited number of other knights in attendance,” he grouses. “I shall not be inviting many guests myself. The Keep shall be my most important witness.”

The Keep gives a joyous trill at that, and Arum hides a smile as he takes a bite of his food.

“Hm.” Rilla taps her fork against her plate absently. “Angelo obviously, and Tal and Marc and Dampierre…” she sighs. “We can’t invite Sir Caroline, even if we did kind of reach an understanding. She’ll still walk in and behead the monster that’s supposed to marry us in a heartbeat, no doubt. And I would invite Quanyii, but I have no idea how to get in touch with her, and, well-”

“You think she’ll start asking for my thumbs again, Amaryllis?”

“Oh hush, I was desperate and I never promised anything.” She pauses. “But I really don’t want her to bring it up again, yeah.”

“I am amused that you should wish such a chaotic creature attend our ceremony at all,” Arum says with a laugh.

“She was instrumental in the saving of our Citadel,” Damien muses. “I’m sure if we are determined, we can find a way to contact her.”

“Maybe,” Rilla says. “Either way, I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves a bit. Saints… I can’t believe we’re going to have to plan a wedding. I had resigned myself to perpetual engagement, to be honest.”

“It can be done however you want it to be, Amaryllis,” Arum reminds her, trying not to sound too eager. “You need not adhere to any human traditions that you do not find appealing. And the Keep will help make any arrangements with the space that we need, of course.”

“Will we hold the actual ceremony outside?” Rilla asks, tilting her head. “I don’t imagine that you would want any knights and critters running around the inside of the Keep at will, wedding or no.”

“I had-” Arum pauses. “I hadn’t thought of that. I had been imagining-” a new song filling the greenhouse, hopeful and content instead of yearning, this time. Arum clears his throat, continues, “imagining it in the greenhouse. But outside, yes, I suppose that makes more sense-”

“The greenhouse,” Rilla sighs. “It is the most incredible room in the Keep, I think.”

The Keep sings a soft pleased note at that, and Arum scowls but does not mean it in the least.

“And we could have the Keep seal it off,” Damien suggests, “and only have the guests come in through portals, limit access to the rest of the structure, if only to keep things simple and contained…”

“Yes,” Arum says, fiercely glad that they appear as enthusiastic about the idea as he is. “Yes, I think that will work quite well.”

“How soon were you thinking that we would hold the actual- ceremony?” Rilla asks, watching with amusement as Arum clenches and unclenches his fists, not meeting her eyes.

“I… a month, perhaps?” he suggests, his heart thudding, not sure if that time frame is at all reasonable by human standards. “Small ceremony, shouldn’t require too much planning, just- need to see if our ‘priest’ is willing, make sure those we want will be able to attend- and-” he sighs. “I am due to molt soon, and I had wanted to wait until after that unpleasantness for this.”

“M-molt?” Damien asks, voice tilting up.

“Lizard,” Rilla chimes, and Arum scowls.

“I am a magical construct-”

“Who just so happens to closely resemble a bunch of lizards and shares many biological similarities with them,” Rilla says with a shrug and a grin. “You haven’t noticed, Damien? The Keep’s been trying to keep him all moisturized and cared for, but poor Arum’s scales have been all dry and pale lately.”

“It isn’t exactly a pleasant process,” Arum grouses.

“But I bet you’ll look pretty incredible when it’s over.” She pauses, eying him. “Shiny new husband,” she muses, mostly to watch the way his posture freezes, the way his eyes go wide, and then narrow.

“Shameless tormentor,” he mutters, fondly, leaning so he can nudge an arm against hers. “So. After I molt at least.”

“Let’s wait until we hear from your monster officiant, and when we know they’ll be available we can start inviting the rest of the little group.”

“You are being remarkably quiet, honeysuckle,” Arum says after a moment, and Rilla feigns a wince.

“Oh, don’t get him started,” she teases.

“It’s only-” Damien laughs, possibly at himself. “I’m so happy,” he says wonderingly. “It’s quite overwhelming, actually. Distracting, even- I keep thinking about-” he glances towards Arum, then gives another pleased little laugh. “I keep half expecting to wake from a dream. This seemed impossible only a day ago, and yet-”

“The impossible is my business, honeysuckle,” Arum says mildly.

“I am overwhelmed by my love for the both of you,” he says, and Rilla smiles and sighs and reaches out to grip his wrist.

“You know we love you too,” she says gently. “No need to get worked up this early in the morning. Besides, you might wanna start saving up your speeches for the wedding itself, don’t you think?”

“I am going to preemptively set a time limit on any speechifying or poetry-reading during the ceremony,” Arum barks quickly.

“At the reception, then,” Rilla concedes with a smile.

“The what?”

Rilla blinks, then bursts out laughing. “Okay- I am asking this completely seriously, I’m not laughing at you, I promise. Have you ever actually been to a wedding, Arum?”

“Of-” he snaps his mouth shut, his snout wrinkling in irritation. “I-” he bares his teeth, and then his shoulders sink in defeat. “Of course not. When would I have ever? Who do you think would have invited me?”

Damien is making a face like he’s about to declare that he would, of course, he would invite Arum anywhere, for the rest of his life, anywhere and everywhere, all the most beautiful places- but Rilla steers the conversation before the poet can make Arum any more uncomfortable.

“It’s not a big deal, Arum. I just- didn’t want there to be any big surprises for you if you didn’t know what to expect. Usually after the whole actual ceremony, there’s a reception. A party, really. With food, and dancing, presents, and stuff like that. We don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, though.”

“… dancing?” Arum echoes.

“Dancing,” Damien agrees in a dreamy tone, his head tilted and eyes looking somewhere distant.

“I… enjoy…” Arum pauses, frill flaring enough to reveal his embarrassment. “I enjoy dancing,” he says quietly, and then he coughs and sticks his nose in the air just a bit. “Of course, I’m sure your human dancing customs are just like all of your other customs: rigid and ridiculous and if you put one claw out of line someone will mock you for it.”

Damien, affronted, opens his mouth to retort, but Rilla gets there first with a laugh.

“Some dancing is like that,” she admits. “But obviously if you wouldn’t like that sort of lock-step, organized dancing, we just wouldn’t do it. I mean, I don’t really like that kind of dancing either, so that’s fine with me.”

Damien ducks his head slightly, almost pouting, but then he sighs and admits, “Most of that choreography is designed for… groupings of two, anyway.”

Arum wrinkles his nose. “Ugh. So invariably dull. You creatures cannot even cavort without putting restraints on every little step and turn.”

Damien frowns in earnest, now. “You don’t seem to mind terribly the restraint on my every little step and turn when I go through my exercises each morning, when you so often conveniently happen to be nearby and observing.”

“I-” Arum’s eyes dart to the side in a way that fails entirely to be stealthy. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I mean, I do,” Rilla says with a shrug. “Watching Damien stretch is my favorite part of my morning routine, just barely beating out coffee.”

Arum laughs. “Fine, fine. I suppose restraint can have its place.”

“What I’m getting from this is that you do want to dance, though,” Rilla says slyly.

“Dancing, food,” he deflects with a shrug, “none of that sounds… disagreeable.”

“How coy your phrasing,” Damien says, voice lilting. “Who would have suspected that a monster could be so very meek about the simple matter of a dance?”

“Meek,” Arum growls. He clearly knows that Damien is goading him, but he narrows his eyes and stands regardless. “I will show you meek, little knight. Keep?”

The Keep sings, then, but not in the usual way, not in its harmonious vagueness, but with rhythm and purpose. A full song, not a phrase of notes. Arum lifts Damien out of his chair with a hand on each side of his waist, and the movement glides easily into a waltzing turn. Arum is substantially taller than Damien, and Damien is less used to following than he is to leading, but he adjusts quickly with a laugh on his breath as Arum guides him through a series of steps that manage to be both unpredictable and elegant at the same time. Monstrous, but controlled. He turns Damien in a tight circle, and his movements to the music are measured and slow compared to his typical blurring speed. Finally he dips the knight back, leaning in close to nip at his jaw as if he just can’t help himself, and when that startles a more enthusiastic laugh out of Damien, Arum pulls him back to stand again, looking equal parts smug and smitten.

“Wedding ceremony planning, version two, entry one,” Rilla chimes into her recorder with a grin, and both of her breathless fiances pause to look at her. “Dancing at the reception is non-negotiable.”

#elle's fanfic #the penumbra podcast #second citadel #rad bouquet #lord arum #amaryllis of exile #sir damien #links will be added in a second because i want to see if this will actually show up in the tag if i don't put them in #it's actually a couple hours BEFORE #lizard kissin' tuesday #by my time but i'm UNWILLING TO WAIT #okay cool even with NO links this still didn't show up in the tags #hey thanks tumblr you dipshit #the rite of movement

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kaisermatthias · 7 years

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On the Nature of the Correspondence, or One Correspondent’s Observances on the Origins and Implications Thereof.

Professor K. Matthias, Correspondent

You catch on fire a great deal in my line of work. On the Surface, one speaks of the fire of passion, the heat of emotion, and the blazing light of discovery. In the 'Neath, these phenomena are literal. Especially when one begins to investigate that peculiar language of ancient days - the Correspondence - which has several different origins depending on whom you ask. To name a few:

They say it's a gate that opens in the stalactites behind Wolfstack Docks. They say you can see it in Mrs Plenty's mirrors. They say it's the only sure way to tell the weight of your soul. They say it’s the only map of all the Unterzee, scratched on the keystone of the Neath. They say it predicts every price change in the Bazaar for the next hundred years. They say it’s a script that you cannot write and live. They say every piece of deep amber has a fragment of the Correspondence at its heart. They say it's the mathematics of Hell. They say it's the geography of Time. They say it was invented wholesale by a honey-sipper sitting giggling in a cramped and filthy room on Hollow Street, and it's been driving gullible scholars insane ever since.1

Of course, several of these are known to be patently false. For one thing, the honey-mazed, alleged inventor of the Correspondence was in fact a scholar who had been driven quite mad before his honey habit began. Reliable sources indicate that he was, in fact, using honey as an attempt to travel to a place where it was possible to restore his sanity, rather than being simply vacant.2 Further, of course, any number of scholars have managed to successfully write down the Correspondence. This, of course is no trifling matter.

Nonetheless, regardless of origination, the language known to us as the Correspondence cannot simply be written off as insanity, nor can it be terribly effectively harnessed. This is because the very nature of the language appears to be wrapped up in impossibilities. That is to say, that it is a record of things that violate the very Ordering of the Universe. For the initiated, this would be referred to as the Law of the Judgments. That vast, spiraling coil of power that descends even into the 'Neath, and rises even into the true stars of the Surface world. It is impossible to break this Order on the Surface. In the 'Neath, removed as it is from the gaze of the Judgments, there are still dire consequences to its violation. Most commonly, the would-be Correspondent is set aflame by their efforts. Perhaps their paper catches fire, perhaps their eyes, perhaps a piece of their mind. It is the ever-grasping power of the Judgments that ultimately threatens the life and sanity of a Correspondent, not the powers of the other Worlds, great as they may be - such is not the conjecture of this premise.

With the threat of fire so great, as a reaction to the power of the Law, more than mere paper is required to record the sigils of the Correspondence. Because of its alchemical neutrality, thick sheets of lead are the preferred medium. By carving into them slowly, one has the greatest chance of successfully violating the Law without catching on fire. This method, sadly is not foolproof, as has been testified to by the frequent fires at the University. Until quite recently, the unofficial department called only ___ was considered to be on the verge of discovering a way to practically harness the Correspondence. In this way to draw the power of Her August Majesty('s), may she live forever, Empire onto even footing with the Masters of the Echo Bazaar. It is one of the great sorrows of all occultists that the Senior Reader in ___ was murdered by the Provost of Summerset college in order to cover the latter's tracks regarding his private meetings with devils. Through the use of a trained sorrow spider, and some still barely understood transportational properties of mirrors, this case was nearly unsolvable. At any rate, the Senior Reader's notes on more advanced uses of the Correspondence were only understood by his Radical Postgraduate, who has been locked in a state of some confusion ever since the death of the Senior Reader. Attempts to glean knowledge during controlled visits to the Royal Bethlehem hotel have been of little use.3

Despite the difficulty in recording the Correspondence, it is shockingly simple to come by new sigils. The one absolute failsafe is to bribe the Urchins of Spite and the Flit. It has as yet escaped my insight as to how such a thing is possible, but the minds of children who live on the street appear to be immune to the Law of the Judgments. There are absolutely no documented cases of a street urchin catching fire. Indeed, these marvels of nature are able to sing the songs of Drownies, recite the Correspondence, and even speak its words aloud - all without deleterious effect. Of course, due to ethical restraints, I have not had the opportunity to discover whether or not it is possible to obtain the same knowledge from children of Quality. Nonetheless, if one can prove oneself to these creatures of shadow and sheer dexterity, they are a font of endless new discoveries.

The commonly considered notion of the Correspondence is that it represents an outgrowth of the Western Occult tradition rooted in the study of the great work begun by the ancient King Solomon who first recorded the Ars Goetia. The Occultists of the Surface have long spent their time digging through the writings of the Ancient world looking for clues about the powers of individual demons. Surface occultists work to find alignments of celestial bodies that will give them further control over summoned demons. Many of these celestial alignments are painstakingly checked against both known movements of the celestial bodies, and the predilections of greater and lesser demons.

Of course, on the Surface this is entirely a matter of conjecture. Here below, we need not guess. In the 'Neath, Mount Palmerston is a scant journey of 4 days by ship if the Zee is kind and your captain brave. Admittedly, the Zee changes from time to time, and it may take as long as 2 weeks to reach Mount Palmerston even if the waves do not rise up against you, and your trip remains relatively free of terrifying encounters with Zee creatures. It is far safer to bribe the devils of the Brass Embassy here in London to tell you what the current moods are in Hell. Armed with this knowledge, it is possible for the occultists of the Neath to make significantly more accurate predictions. Or rather, would be if the magickal language were less potent. As has already been mentioned, the Correspondence violates the Law of the Judgements. What follows is my first conjecture as to why.

On the surface, it is a safe matter to record runes. To inscribe ancient phrases in Latin. It is a routine affair to draw the Key of Solomon and other circles of power that invoke archangels and dukes of hell on paper. Here in the 'Neath, those who draw such things must be significantly more careful. Not because matters of the Surface are more magnified, but because we are closer to the source of power. Hell is a place one can travel to. We have access here to names in infernal tongues. But most of all, the occultists of modern day London must take great care because we have begun to replace the stars of the surface with the false-stars of the 'Neath-roof.

We track the movements of the constellations above. Shifting lights that both are and are not stars. There are those who purpose to claim the constellations are in fact creatures from another reality that inhabit the ceiling. Certain monks living in a distant citadel they refer to as Godfall indicate that one of these creatures died and serves as their object of worship. Referring to it as "St. Stalactite," the so-called monks who alternate between the activities of drinking and fighting also claim that this "Neath-roof creature may have been a God. There are also chilling tales in London of a creature known as a moon-miser which secretes a variety of dangerous substances, including a toxin which will cause you to become obsessed with a lover. These creatures are also the source of glim - a byproduct of their molting.

What has this to do with a magickal alphabet it is dangerous to record? It is a matter of perspective and knowledge. On the Surface, the world and everything in it is ruled by the order imposed by the Judgments. By the Ordering of the Universe reflected in the very patterns of the stars. By replacing the bodies of the heavens, those things ruled by the Judgments, with the erratic movements of the moonmisers which constitute our false stars, we lessen the impact of the stricture of the Universe's Law. What strictures you might ask? Why the strictures that state troubling matters such as: "All men must die," "Magick is highly limited," "mirrors only reflect light," and "love conquers all" to name a few. The highly erratic nature of the Correspondence is likely related to the fact that it is ultimately derived from Chaos itself.

If, indeed the Correspondence is simply reflective of the quest for greatness. Then it is likely that chaotic results and very little else shall ever come of plumbing its depths. Yet, there is a second theory. That the language itself is as old as the 'Neath, and may have been an instruction manual to earlier cities. It is believed in certain circles, particularly those academics who seek the source of the 'Neath's power over death in Gardens of the Elder continent, that residents of the Second City to be purchased by the Masters of the Bazaar may indeed have fluently understood and used the language we know as the Correspondence. Those who hold this belief also hasten to explain that such use is what ultimately destroyed that City.

The latter part of this theory is quite credible. The Correspondence is powerful beyond imagining. A single sigil has the power to burn down a building. Stone seems to hold up better than paper, but can still be destroyed by the most powerful known symbols if a single error in transcription is made, or if the Will of the scribe is not prepared. As such, if a people had literally done all of their work in this language, it stands to reason that at some point the very chaos inherent to the violation of Law would consume the city and all those within it. I tread dangerous territory with this discussion, for which I apologize. As many know, the Second City is a hotly censured topic. Mention of the Second City, which was reportedly a blaze of turquoise and copper, will send most Masters into a rage. It appears to have been a city from Egypt based on fragmentary evidence from the Forgotten Quarter. The Master who is no More, called by some Mr. Eaten, was notedly fond of Egypt and its Royalty. As for the rest of the Masters of the Bazaar, they have a regrettable hatred of both their former compatriot and all things related to Egypt. So, the greatest source of information is cut off to us. What we do know is that during the time of the Second City, entities known as the Stone Pigs were awakened that the Masters go to great lengths to keep asleep. Rumours abound of their power being harnessed to drive the Engine's of the Bazaar, and allow travel to distant lands.4

Somehow, the Echo Bazaar itself is covered in glowing symbols of the Correspondence. They emit a dull, red light that illuminates the entire area around the Bazaar. Many of the sigils are not understood, in no small part because the mind forgets them the moment you turn away. The Bazaar spires appear to be made out of some manner of vast shell . Though, exactly what shell could have been so blackened by the passing of ages without becoming brittle or consumed by the scribed Correspondence, none can say.

There is a third theory that comes to us from the enterprising voyagers of the Zee. Extrapolating from the log's of Captain T.S. Eliot, and his predecessor, the master of the Dreadnought Indomitable the following information has been gleaned.

The Zee should not be possible. All the waters of all the world would not fit about an ocean this vast. And yet, here in the 'Neath it is and has been. The depths contain creatures that do not make sense. They should not be able to maintain being alive, and yet, they do and have done. It is rumoured5 many are the failed experiments of a Correspondent who was overeager to test their pot of Violant ink without first understanding fully the nature of the sigils they were burning into reality. For it is said that the Correspondence mixed with power can bring life. Have you heard that the Eternal Mountain speaks Correspondence fluently? That the Bazaar itself is made of the skin of gods who were the living embodiment of power? This is language, but the embodiment of Law, but the breaker of Law. It remembers what it once was, what it could do. It hungers to do it again. It whispers to those who dare scribe it. Giving instructions in dreams. Always misunderstood....6

At this point, the log lapses into rambling and indecipherable Zailor-speak. Nonetheless, Eliot is not the only wayfarer of the Zee to have experienced such things. Indeed, in his legacy, of which he is the fifth Captain, there have been a number of improbable sightings. Of course, the most notable Captain of the legacy is the fourth. The Master of the Dreadnought Indomitable, which zailed to the farthest ports, betrayed the Empire of Hands, exalted London in the eyes of the Port Carnelian, and plumbed the deepest mysteries of the Isle of Visage. On one such journey, they had opportunity to examine the puzzling city of Varchas, which does not appear to have come to the 'Neath via the Echo Bazaar. Instead, their mythology is written out in carvings upon the wall of their temple.

In the first panel, Mihir is depicted as the sun, beaming rays of thinly hammered gold onto a Surface city both peaceful and prosperous. The Five Towers are carved with loving detail, barely recognisable without the wreaths of fungal-flowers and curling vines. In the next panel Mihir blinks, and the city turns to shards of onyx and jet, slowly crumbling away.

Mihir then becomes a broad-shouldered, sorrow-faced man stalking the false-starred blackness of the Neath in search of his lost city. His eyes are picked out in orange-red carnelian, and seem lit with inner fire.

Varchas as-it-is-now is conspicuously absent from the carvings, as if the Stone-Carvers could not bear to chip its Fallen outlines.7

It is telling to note that this is a definitive unChristian city. As is the case of many primitives they project their lack of civilization onto outsiders, referring to all by the universal moniker of Tamaas, denying properly shriven Londoners their Christian names. Despite this lack of courtesy, the people of Varchas exhibit a distinct capacity for rational thought. It appears to be the focus of their religion to keep the lights ever-burning, in the hopes of catching the attention of their sun-god whose attention wandered. What is truly fascinating is the lack of Correspondence in their culture. What might it indicate? Since the peoples of the Khanate Née Karakhorum are aware of the Correspondence, could it be simply a creation of the Masters of the Bazaar?

Ultimately the history of the Correspondence may not matter so much as its future. The work of pioneering scientists such as Dr. Schlomo may well soon render a casual visit to an alternate world a possibility, rather than an accident of one's nightmares. The efforts of Her Majesty's Navy to expand the airship programme and reach the skies may indeed send us into the Great Wilderness of the 'Neath roof to further catalogue and understand the nature of moon-misers. The unspeakable works of the Iron Republic and the Dawn Faction may find a way to fully suspend the Law. All of these things may either liberate, or destroy the Correspondence. In the meanwhile, it shall remain my charge to continue investigations.

Faithfully,

Prof. K. Matthias, Correspondent.

1From the collected investigations of K. Matthias, Correspondent.

2Scholomo, Dr. ???? On the Potentialities of Healing in Parabola, The Mirror Marches, Polythreme, and Irem: A Study in Exotic Locales and Their Known Impacts Upon the Psyche and Physic.

3From the collected investigations of K. Matthias, Correspondent.

4These last rumours cannot be accurately sourced, and I beg the indulgence of the Reader to please exercise caution in repeating them. There may, in truth, be absolutely no validity to them.

5The Captain was quite coy as to whether he has actually seen these creatures. I am given to understand that Zailors regularly purge their memory through prayer to the Gods of the Zee, who are occasionally merciful and blank the mind. It may well be that such has occurred here.

6From the Log book of Eliot, T.S. Captain of the HMS Elsie Marley and Notes from the Indomitable: A Legacy to Future Captains.

7Notes from the Indomitable: A Legacy to Future Captains.

#fallen london #spoilers #echo bazaar #character rp

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Touch-Starved: Kashuu Kiyomitsu, Yamanbagiri Kunihiro, Sayo Samonji

Anon asked: who's the most touch starved out of the cast? pick the top three and write hcs about them! if you want to, of course ^^

I’m going to do nothing but cry about my boys, please witness my wordvomit.

Honorable mentions: Izuminokami, Kiwame!Honebami, Gokotai, Hasebe, Shokudaikiri, Kiwame!Fudou,Yamatonokami, others I may be forgetting. Feel free to rant to me about touch-starved sword bois, they all kinda are anyway.

Warnings: I jUST LOVE THEM ( ; ω ; ) I’m gonna cry i love them so much im so SORRY

Kashuu Kiyomitsu

Platonic or romantic, Kashuu will always want to be by your side. He loves it when you pamper him, spoil him, praise him, holding his face in your hands, forehead kisses, cheek kisses, oh Kashuu could drink that all UP.

Even before Kiwame, Kashuu will almost always find a way to see you out. At first it begins at mere words, tell him that you love him, romantic, platonic it doesn’t matter. But as time goes on, it evolves to touches. And Kashuu will realize that oh...o h.

He loves it when your hand finds his, fingers lacing together. He loves it when you bring him into your embrace, your fingers running through his long locks, sometimes twirling around your finger. He loves it when you do the same when you gently convince him to use your lap as a pillow, a thumb over his cheekbone, he could fall asleep here.

And then there’s the day he realizes he is in love with you, the day he realizes the touches you give him make his heart race like no other. Yes he loves Okita but the love he has for you is much much different. You are his master, but if it turns out to be romantic, Kashuu won’t know what to do with himself. His cheeks will flush whenever you touch him, and he leans into each and every touch you give him with the happiest of blissful smiles.

Kiwame!Kashuu is much more comfortable asking for your affection. If you two have yet to confess by this time, when he comes home, oh he’ll leap into your arms without a second thought. He had missed this, and will keep you there for a while. He’ll whisper into your ears how much he loves you, cheeks redder than his clothing.

But if you two are dating by the time he returns from his journey, the first thing he does the moment you two collide is kiss you. Air be damned when he does this, he missed you so much! He’ll hold you tight and even when Yamatonokami and the other swords of the citadel swarm him to welcome him home, Kashuu is never letting you go! Hell no! Let them try to take you! He’ll fight Yams with his bare fists if he gotta.

Oh whenever you two do beauty shit together, that’s when Kashuu is his mouth touch starved. Platonic or romantic, Kashuu will hold your hands with the utmost of care when he’s doing your nails. Sometimes if he’s feeling bold, he’ll bring them up to his lips and kiss them. Sometimes sitting on your lap as a brush dusts over your face, or you sitting in his lap to do his makeup! Do whatever damn it! He loves it!!!

Kashuu will lightly swing your arms together whenever you two are holding hands and it’s just you two. No damn way is he going to let anyway else see this! He’ll never hear the end of it!

Oh Kashuu clings on to you like a koala bear whenever you two cuddle. He’ll whine whenever you get up earlier than him, trying to convince you to come back down and sleep wit him! Cuddle!!! Please!!!! He misses you! You give in anyway.

While Kashuu lives off of verbal praise the most, physical affection is just as perfect for him! It’s a way to know that he is loved, even if you are good with words or not!

Yamanbagiri Kunihiro

Listen maybe it’s the Kiwame!Manba feels but before Kiwame, Yamanbagiri isn’t...the best at physical affection unless it’s just two of you alone. Romantic or not, he feels dirty and uncouth whenever you two touch - intentional or not. He doesn’t deserve this, even though what you give him feels so fucking good. Platonic, romantic, whatever it is, Yamanbagiri falls fast and hard and it hurts.

He would always stare at your hands, then back down at his own, and then at yours again. He would always reach out towards the air, wanting to touch you but feel nothing back. Why would you ever return such emotions anyway? He doesn’t deserve them, he is a copy. A fake. Why would you even give him the light of day?

But the day you wrap your hands around his, and he doesn’t pull away? Why would he want to? Not when he finally feels your skin against his, fingers lacing with his? Oh Gods, he never wants this to stop.

He feels so fucking terrible for taking advantage of you like this, lower than low. But why does it feel so damn good????

When Manba comes back from his journey and gets more confidence in himself, he will ask for affection freely. Gone are the days he would flinch away from your touch, now he leans into them, closing his eyes and smiling oh so gently.

In the back of his mind, there is a part of him that screams that he is not worthy. But why would it matter anymore? Manba will accept your affection without hesitation. Yes his cheeks will still be a bright red but he will not longer hide himself and his feelings.

If you have not confessed to each other by the time he goes on his journey, expect him to confess to you during the after party of his return. Like Kashuu above though, if you two are dating, the moment he gets home, he kisses you. A soft peck, a long kiss, who knows! Manba just wants to let you know that you are loved!! Think of it as repayment for the love you have shown him.

Before Kiwame, Manba will never ask for affection even though is eyes would always wander to your hands. Like I said above, he would always hover and hesitate, it’s up to you to close the gap. Kiwame!Yamanbagiri on the other hand will happily ask for it, shyly of course. It’s different between from public with prying eyes to being alone but man does Manba secretly love it when you hold his hand and cup his cheeks.

Sometimes Manba loves it when you two just...lay there. Cuddling, Running hands through each other’s hair. Heads on chest, whatever it may be, He adores it. He loves it when he can hear your heart the most.

Manba may be bad with PDA and hides his general touch-starved self, but it takes time for him to slowly come out of his shell. Be prepared when he comes back from Kiwame, he wants to repay you for your love as much as he can!

Sayo Samonji

Oh sweetheart, Sayo’s need for affection is much different than the other two above. Yes he loves praise like Kashuu but at first, Sayo will deny the affection. He doesn’t think he deserves it, like Manba but...Sayo is a weapon. He is a killer. His heart is stained with malice. Rarely does he ever feel peace.

He gets affection from his brothers and it’s great but the affection from you is parental in a way. The head pats you give him almost make him cry, is it alright? Do you not fear him? His mind would be abuzz as he leans into your touch, turning off his brain for only a moment. Perhaps it was...fine for a while, no? You are his master, he has to listen to you in the end. But it feels so good, it brings him peace like how his brothers would pat his head and love him.

As time goes on, Sayo will begin to spend much more time around you. Shyly would be asking you for hugs, staring down at the ground, opening up his tiny arms. “C-Can...no, forget it.” he would almost look dejected, bringing his arms back down to his side and almost ready to turn away and run.

The minute you do hug him though, Sayo melts. He closes his eyes, his heart slows, his brain shutting down the worst parts of his mind. He doesn’t have to listen to them. Not now, not here, not ever, so long as you hold him like this, Sayo can just be a kid. Not a warrior, not a poor boy born of anger and malice and famine. But a child, who can finally rest.

Soon enough, Sayo’s hugs will become almost spontaneous. Shy but out of nowhere. Most of them come from nightmares, when he sneaks out of his brothers’ room to find you. He loves Souza and Kousetsu, don’t get him wrong. But sometimes it’s just...better with you? He doesn’t know how to describe it. Maybe it’s because you have an outside perspective to his life and maybe it’s because he’s connected to you as a tsukumogami and master?

He just thinks you bring him comfort like a parent would.

It’s those quiet moments where Sayo will cry in your arms, and when he finally falls asleep, it’s a rare moment when you see a smile in his lips.

When he comes back from Kiwame, accepting who he is as a killer and a blade born from malice, Sayo almost feels much more free in a way. Yes he knows that he is a tool, but his affection for you is almost much more palpable. He won’t hesitate to ask you for a hug, sometimes finding you in your office or outside and asking, “May I sit on your lap for a little bit?” and plop himself there with a content smile as he leans into your embrace.

No Souza and Kousetsu aren’t sobbing in a corner what are you talking about. Both Samonji bros are more than happy to see their little brother open up to you like this!

Sayo’s affection ebbs and flows, comes and goes with the wind, but don’t doubt that he cares for you platonically and in a familial sense.

#touken ranbu #touken danshi #touken ranbu x reader #touken ranbu imagine #kashuu kiyomitsu #kashuu kiyomitsu x reader #kashuu kiyomitsu imagine #yamanbagiri kunihiro #yamanbagiri kunihiro x reader #yamanbagiri kunihiro imagine #sayo samonji #sayo samonji x reader #sayo samonji imagine #my writing #i got a lot of FEEELINGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS #if anything happened to sayo i would destrou the entire tra and then myself #https://toukenramblings.tumblr.com/tagged/Chaotic%20Citadel%20Correspondences #Chaotic Citadel Correspondences

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Hi, hi! Today is Mutsu's day (2/6)! Can I ask for some fluffy short story of how he'd react if he'd get a "birthday" party? 🙏✨ Thank you!

To those who do not know what the heck Mutsu day is (because I sure did not) my friend explained it pretty well because im dumb as hell.

The 2nd of June

The ringing in his ears is louder and stronger than whatever blast from firearms could ever compare to – a thunder, a roar, a howl, a scream.

But instead of hot metal within his hands and finger upon the trigger - with his heart hammering in his chest and adrenaline pumping within his ichor, singing within his organs and demanding him to move – Mutsu is instead merely standing there.

His heart beats faster and faster and faster for a much…different reason.

A better reason.

“Happy Mutsu day!!!” the chorus of song and cheers from the citadel, the popping of poppers, streamers floating about within the atmosphere as they descend unto the tatami floors, fluttering petals of golds and ambers and reds and blues and whatnot. His own honeyed orbs glance between the party and your smiling face and then the faces of a rather sour Hizen and a beaming Nankaitarou, and then back at the whole mass of the party-goers. “Is this…” he begins to ask, pointing to himself. “For me?”

“Your name was in the cheer, dumbass.” Hizen lets out a small and gruff little huff, rolling his eyes as he watches the way Mutsu’s own orbs light up with shimmering sunshine glee – brighter than the sun and stars. “Of course it is!” in your hands is a triangular party hat, decorated with your starter sword’s crest and the string itself a neat deep blue ribbon. “It’s to celebrate you!” you hurry over to his side, holding out the accessory to him, obviously hand crafted; as there were some glued edges slowly prying loose and some uneven corners here and there.

Nonetheless, it was made with the utmost of care, that much was clear.

A sense of warmth overtakes him, his heart full of love and laughter and life. His lips break out into the brightest of smiles. A chortle leaves him as he smacks your back, a cough leaving your lips as he snatches the hat from you, slipping it over his form. “My day, huh?” a wistful murmur leaves the man’s lips, eyes nigh glistening with invisible tears that he would not dare to let fall.

Yet, of course.

“Yes! It’s Mutsu day!” you repeat the cheer from earlier, chuckling alongside him. “It’s all for you!”

There is a sudden yelp from your lips as he grasps you into the biggest of hugs he could ever muster, squeezing you to his form.

“Thank you…” Mutsunokami mumbles against your ear, parting from your form with a smile that outshines Amaterasu’s own gleaming glow.

A day for him.

A day made forhim.

To Mutsunokami, he could not ask for more.

#touken ranbu #mutsunokami yoshiyuki #mutsunokami yoshiyuki x reader #my writing #Chaotic Citadel Correspondences #HAPPY MU MU DAY YALL I LOVE HIM #*shakes brain*#GIMME WRITING JUICE PLS #let me kiss mumu #anywaaaaay sorry for disapparing yall pls take soem mumu #as i type this #mutsu keeps getting mvp as we do the vot event #im so proud of him #EVERYDAY IS A MUTSU DAY IF U TRY HARD ENOUGH

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Horror Game Shenani-canons | Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Shokudaikiri Mitsutada, Heshikiri Hasebe

@rexcaliburechoes

Warnings: I’m a wuss but I do enjoy horror games. I love the passion that goes into them and the lore and art and shit but like...it has to be day, lights on, and someone has to play the games not me. I can’t handle that.

Oh man okay Tsurumaru does enjoy horror games, though it depends on what he’s in the mood for. There are times he’ll want to play more jumpscare based games for the thrill, the excitement! Then there are times he wants to play the classics, the atmospheric ones like Silent Hill, Haunting Ground, and others! If this were a modern au, Tsuru would be that one streamer who plays nothing but horror games but have the chaotic energy all through it; threatening to stab a ho and dying when his plan of stabbing doesn’t work.

Tsuru does not play games that has children in terrible situations or assaulted or killed. As much as he would love to play the Fatal Frame games of 1 and 2, it causes him to panic and worry more for the younger protagonists. He can play three since they have more adult characters. Rule of Rose is a no-go, has threatened to kill the main baddies on more than one occasion.

If you enjoy horror games and are dating Tsuru, expect him to play with you a lot! You probably introduced them to him! You will probably be sitting on his lap or him on your lap and play together! If you get scared, Tsurumaru will wrap his arms around you and cackle. Sometimes will scare you as well! There’s a scary part? Bam! Tsurumaru will scream just to make you jump. He’ll apologize in the end though.

You look at a horror game with Mitsutada in the same room as you and he will run the opposite direction. Like Tsurumaru, any games with children getting hurt and brutalized is a big fat no.

He just can’t handle scary games in general, and don’t even think about scary movies. No. He’s like me. If you really want to convince it, it has to be a sunny day, all lights on, you have main controls and blankets and pillows and nothing but cuddles after you two play. You will find Mitsu screaming ALL of the time, even at breaks of the game where there is no tension!

Yeah uh Tsurumaru can’t be in the same room as Mitsutada when he plays horror games, you will find Mitsutada on the OPPOSITE end of the citadel, farthest away from Tsuru and whatever shit he is up to.

Hasebe on the other hand acts all tough, “Oh you wish to play this game with me? Of course! I will!” will act all brave but the minute you two start up the game “nope-ity nope, that ain’t dope”

Immediately starts shaking when you boot up the game, screaming at every interval like Mitsu and is lie, “N-No! I’m fine! I promise!” he is not.

Will want to hold your hand and have blankets around while you two play. You can just feel the fear emanating off of this man.

And then all of you go to play together and uh.

You have never seen Mitsutada cry out of fear before and Hasebe almost dying.

If you cannot handle horror games like those two, Tsurumaru will get the bIGGEST KICK outta scaring you all. Nightmares for weeks, popping out of the corner with a scream and cause you three to almost collapse in terror.

If you are a big horror game then you two play pranks on Mitsu and Hasebe, of course you will stop if those two have had enough.

If anything it’s you, Hasebe, and Shoku all curled up in a blanket with popcorn and lights everywhere while Tsurumaru is in his little dark corner cackling away at your expressions.

All of you argue whether or not to keep the lights on during games. Tsuru wants it off and there is NO WAY that Hasebe and Mitsu will allow him.

Cuddles for days for ShokuHase atter this, lord do they need it. Tsurumaru will cuddle you as well if you are up for it.

And then Tsurumaru cuts the lights during the game and ShokuHase almost pass tf out.

#touken ranbu #touken danshi #touken ranbu x reader #touken ranbu imagine #tkrb #tkrb x reader #tkrb imagine #tsurumaru kuninaga #tsurumaru kuninaga x reader #tsurumaru kuninaga imagine #shokudaikiri mitsutada #shokudaikiri mitsutada x reader #shokudaikiri mitsutada imagine #heshikiri hasebe #heshikiri hasebe imagine #heshikiri hasebe x reader #my writing #https://toukenramblings.tumblr.com/tagged/Chaotic%20Citadel%20Correspondences #Chaotic Citadel Correspondences

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Nightmares: Yagen Toushirou, Fudou Yukimitsu, Taikogane Sadamune

This is actually very interesting, digging into Sada-chan’s mind like this.

Warnings: Suicide, burns, blood, bodily harm, trauma because Yagen and Fudou have so much. Sada-chan being a sad baby pls hug all of the tantous.

Yagen Toushirou

Yagen’s dreams are full of fire. They’re not of him burning like Honebami’s, but more so of the burning of people he cares for, the people he tries to protect the most. Ichigo, brothers, friends, you his master. Watching them waste away in a fire and there is nothing he can do to save them.

Oh but the ones that hurt Yagen the most are when he can feel himself cutting open the stomach of someone he is meant to protect, organs and blood spilling out on to the ground below. Nobunaga had done so with him once. Gods forbid himself from hurting another like that.

Honnouji haunts him yes, of course it would. The fires, the screams, the pain, the sorrow, the lives he had to end. He awakens with a silent scream whenever that happens, tears budding at the corner of his eyes. He would like to wake up his brother but he is asleep, he won’t want to disturb him.

Then there are the nightmares that center around you, his master. If you and Yagen are particularly close during this time, he imagines himself driving his own blade into your form. His hands against yours, almost leading you into doing the dastardly deed. It is when he is waking up from that nightmare does he come to visit you, making sure that you are alive and breathing. He doesn’t mean to wake you if it happens, but when you do, Yagen will hesitate for a moment.

“Can...I come in?” he would question, and when you do, you two sit in silence for a moment. Yagen doesn’t know what to say, his lips tightened into a straight line, fangs chewing on his lower lip. You can see the bags under his eyes and when you ask what is wrong, it takes a moment for him to answer. “Nightmare.” his words are soft and simple. He won’t ask for much comfort, but your presence is good enough. Maybe he’ll hold your hand and feel your pulse, to confirm that you’re alive. Maybe he doesn’t need words to tell you what is going on through is mind, perhaps a touch is enough.

Maybe in the morning and in the following days, he’ll hesitate to touch you. Maybe he’ll keep an eye out for you, almost terrified whenever something sharp was in your line or vision. Yagen will watch you like a hawk but he wouldn’t want to overstep his boundaries. You know that he is doing this because of his nightmare and when you two talk it out, it’ll be fine in the end. He’ll worry but he knows you can take care of yourself.

Alternatively, Yagen will take a walk to clear his mind. Sometimes he will talk with Ichi-nii, telling him of his worries and his fears. Of his hands against the hilt of his own blade, dragging it oh so slow across the skin of his family, as they scream in horror and terror.

His shoulders will shake, tears held back, Ichi-nii or one of his other brothers will hold him close, running a hand through is hair and telling him it’s okay to cry.

His sobs are soft as he is, quiet as the morning dew. Shoulders shaking, his heart stopping for a moment. He lets out his cries, his shudders, his fears, hoping that they will be lighter.

Yagen will be fine in the end, sure the nightmares are just that. Nightmares. They won’t hurt him, they are not physical beings that could rend him apart. But it does not change the fact even he fears them.

Fudou Yukimitsu

Fudou doesn’t know if the alcohol he drinks helps bring on the damn things or makes them go away or whatever the hell. He just knows that whenever those damn nightmares come, he wakes up with the most horrendous of screams in his solo room, the scent of alcohol replacing the scent of burning flesh and wood. He’ll immediately reach for the bottle again, hoping to drown out his worries and sorrows.

It’s a cycle. Drinking to forget the nightmares and day-mares that haunt him, of the failure that he is. Those screams and the patronizing chide of Hasebe or other swords, it eats away at him.

If you and Fudou are close, he will wander his way into your room or office, reeking of alcohol but for once not at all super drunk? His head is pounding as you look him in the eyes, red and puffy from crying. Fudou doesn’t know why the hell he’s here, but he just wanted someone to...talk to?

He collapses in front of you, tears fully falling down his face now. It’s heart wrenching to say the least. It’s ugly sobbing, loud and snot everywhere. He clings on to you, to the point fabric may rip. THe only thing you can do right now is to hug his shaking body, rub circles into his back and shush him, comfort him as best as you can. He doesn’t know where to go, who to turn to. Sure Odagumi are an idea but if you two are close, the first person he thinks of is you.

Fudou would begin to apologize once he had calmed down, apologizing for being so weak, so useless of a sword to you. He would say those through his tears, laughing at himself and his shortcomings. You have to gently wipe them away, assuring him that those are not true. Fudou is Fudou, he is not and will never be useless.

If Fudou does not go to you, the first thing that comes to his mind is the rest of the Odagumi. He’ll stumble into one of their rooms (most likely Hasebe as he has a solo room and he doesn’t wanna disturb the rest of the Toushirous and Samonjis) and will wake him up, sobbing all the while. Hasebe will freeze for a moment, before bringing Fudou into a strange sideways hug.

Fudou doesn’t know how long he can keep this up. These nightmares of a fire, or of failing the people around him. He wants to be stronger because of this, it hurts him so much that he wants to shrivel up and die like Nobunaga had. A part of him wants to join them, to throw himself into a fire and be with the master he loves - unable to ever return the favor.

The next morning, Fudou is a lot more quiet than normal. If you two are close, Fudou will be almost rivaling Hasebe in staying by your side. Yes Fudou will still be drinking to chase away the nightmares but it’s not as much as he normally drinks. HAsebe will find it odd that Fudou is hovering around you, silently yes, and somewhat still at a distance but Fudou is watching out for you more and he cannot complain.

Fudou will talk about his nightmares to you, or Hasebe, or whomever, but they’re jumbled through is sobs and cries. Give him a minute to compose himself, he’ll be alright in the end but patience is key.

When Fudou has had enough of these damn nightmares, the first thing he will do is barge into your office, a confident yet terrified sort of look on his face, courage in his eyes. “Uh.... Well... You'see, there's something....” pls cherish him im so proud of my baby boi

Taikogane Sadamune

Sada-chan’s nightmares don’t come as often as like Yagen or Fudou. While those two will have them much more frequently, and they are beyond violent, Sada-chan’s creep up on him. They start off fine and then creep into unsettling and terrifying. Yes Sada-chan does wake up with a start and sometimes a scream, with tears streaming down his eyes, but he won’t hesitate to seek someone out.

Like Yagen, he will try not to disturb the rest of the Dategumi sleeping in his room. If you and Taikogane are close during this time, he won’t hesitate to see you out, running into your room or office where you are, knocking on the door - quiet and reserved, different from the norm. When he does enter the room, there is a forced smile to his lips, big and proud - yet not reaching his eyes.

He will plop himself down beside you, silent for a moment, unable to look you in the eye before leaning against you. He will begin shaking lightly during this time, trying to keep his tears in, it won’t look cool if he starts to cry! “Master...am I annoying?”

One of Taikogane’s biggest fears (other than to be forgotten like Micchan) is more or less being a burden to everyone. He is hyper-active, a showstopper, proud of himself, but sometimes he wonder if that’s too much for the people around him. Yes he fears the rest of the Dategumi dying or hurt but Gods forbid the dreams where he thinks everyone hates him. Perhaps it’s a childish fear, but he cannot help but worry about it.

Hug him during this time, gently assure him that you love him dearly (platonic or familial) soothe his worries as much as you can dear Saniwa.

If Sada-chan does end up waking the Dategumi from his screams, they jolt awake immediately. It is Micchan is is awake first then Tsurumaru with Ookurikara very close behind. They will ask what is wrong and though Taikogane will try to play it off, smiling all the while - it is Tsurumaru who brings Sada-chan into his arms first. In a way, they all take turns hugging the boy, calming him down. Kara-chan will give him soft sideways hugs, no teasing for Kuri today, Taikogane more importante.

Those dreams where everyone leaves him, tells him to his face that he should not be here, or snide comments, they hurt Sada-chan’s pride. He can only bounce back so much after all. His energy is finite despite how boundlessly adorably bouncing he is. He worries that he may be forgotten like Micchan one day, but he worries the most about if he’s annoying or not.

Those are the nights when each of the Dategumi will also take turns cuddling him, rocking him to sleep. Most of the time the duty falls on to Micchan and Tsurumaru, sometimes Ookurikara will do so in his own way - taking Sada-chan out for a walk to clear his eyes and give him some choice words about his worries.

In the morning after and maybe a couple of days after that, Taikogane will be much more subdued. He will be a lil bit more quiet than normal, preferring to stay near you or the Dategumi instead of interacting with everyone else.

But slowly does Sada-chan come outta his shell, the boundless energy he’s known for coming back. He’s doing his best because of the people he loves and the people that love him back!

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Eyes

Yeah....got inspired by a touken ranbu rp that my friend and i are doing again....

They got Gokotai and I went into a BIG OL RANT ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE MY S O N.

Context: Out of all of the Awataguchi blades, Gokotai is considered a false/artificial one. He doesn’t share the same Toushirou name like the rest of the tantous do in the Awataguchi family. This is because the having a Awataguchi blade back in ye olden days was almost a symbol of good luck/wealth. So there were many counterfeits running around claiming to be the real thing. This is shown in a conversation between Gokotai and Atsushi where the former showcases some anxiety about being a false blade and not a true part of the family.

However, when Gokotai returns from Kiwame, one of his quotes mentions how the master always looks straight into his eyes, and doesn’t look away, perhaps they are not ashamed of him? So I thought a lot about this and maDE A FIC. @lunalove25

Eyes are the window to the soul.

They tell everything about a person, what they are thinking, what they plan to do.

To Gokotai, it’s shame and utter failure.

He’s not real. He’s not a true Awataguchi blade. He’s a fake compared to his brothers, who stand proud and loud and tall in their own ways. What is he?

…Actually, maybe he shouldn’t find the answer to that.

“Master…”

You let out a small hum when you look up from the book, blinking your eyes down at the little tantou who sits at your chair, his small frame sinking into the plush material of velvet. “What’s wrong?” “W-W-W….” his words die in his throat, tiny little hands playing with the fur of the sole tiger at his feet, large and proud and powerful – everything that he is not.

He inhales deeply, hands shaking and staring into the eyes of yours. “What do you see when you look at me?”

You still, the book set back down on the coffee table, a hand to your chin.

Gokotai has been with you since the beginning, by your side since you first became a saniwa. He has always protected you, held your heart as a son would a parent.

But now? After his journey?

His eyes were different.

Amber pools that shake – not with fear, maybe a little – but with determination. He has grown since his Kiwame journey, and you can see that. He holds his little dagger with pride, to his chest and slashes at the entities without hesitation, he protects you.

Because he is meant to protect.

“I see you, Gokotai.”

The little one doesn’t speak, cocking his head to the side. “W-What do you mean?” “You’re you.” You answer him again, sliding off of the couch to stand in front of him, taking his tiny hands into yours. “You’re a little tantou, precious and special. I don’t care that you only defeated Kenshin only thrice…” your voice trails off, a hand reaching out to ruffle his snow white hair. “You’re you, and I’m proud to have you by my side.” His eyes begin to well up with tears, sniffles and snuffles leaving his little nose. “M-Master….” Soft little sobs begin to drip from his hues, tears spilling over. Gently do you wrap your arms around his form, your lips pressing to his forehead.

All you see is Gokotai, the little tantou who has been by your side since the start, who held your hand when you cried, who held your close during nightmares, who always came back with a gentle smile and made you flower crowns to cheer you up.

Gokotai is your little blade.

All you see is him.

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A Quiet Place

@rexcaliburechoes I REMEMBERED YOU ALSO HAVE YOUR ANNIVERSARY TODAY AS WELL, SO HERE I AM, MAKING A FIC FOR YOU. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, I KNOW YOUR SWORD BOIS LOVE YOUU

also thank you to everyone for putting up with my shit hguidhiguhui i think i just need something to kick start my writing again hgduigdu. Is this platonic? Romantic? Fuck if I know?

“Has it…truly been that long?” you stare down at the little cake on your desk, a numeric candle and a dancing little flame on top greeting your sight. Your eyes glance up towards the pair of men in your office with you, the little haven you three have carved out together. It’s not like there was anything wrong with the outside world, mind you; where everyone else is, having fun and the chaos that reigns over the walls.

Sometime it’s just nice to have some peace and quiet. Sure, sometimes this office is more of your prison than anything but damn it all if you can’t make this prison your own…thing.

Hasebe and Micchan seemed to always come here with you anyway, to work, to relax, or to spend time in silence with you.

Sometimes it’s needed.

“It has indeed.” The one eyed man laughs, twirling the lighter around a gloved finger, as Mutsunokami would his pistol; perhaps finding the action far too cool.

Of course he would, you cannot help but think as the smile blossoms across your lips.

“The candle will melt, master.” Hasebe’s voice is not entirely neutral, you can see thee is a twinge of…something at the end.

Excitement? Worry? Concern?

Elation? You weren’t exactly sure.

You let out a soft giggle, turning back to the confectionary and the numerical little candle. “I know, but I want to savor how it looks a little more!” it was most likely that the three of you were going to eat it the minute you blow it out anyway, so why not enjoy the moment for a while longer?

“The wax will melt into the cake.” His violet eyes narrow at your words, almost reprimanding you. “You can’t eat wax.”

It certainly hasn’t stopped certain individuals from…trying to eat wax before.

“Do make a wish, master! I am sure it will be granted!” Mitsutada’s voice rings out excitedly, the lighter tucked safely into his pocket after the safety switch had been flipped. His gloved hands clap together in jovial joy. “We are here to celebrate you after all!”

“Fine fine,” you laugh as you close your pools to the world, a wish tinged at your tongue. Your breath puffs and snuffs out the candle, the last twinge of smoke crescendoing into the air; miming the dance of fire it once held. “There, now we can eat!”

“Work can indeed come later, master.” Hasebe picks up the tray of tea he had originally placed down at the coffee table in the middle of the room, setting it down on your desk, and right next to the cake the Date sword oh so lovingly made, decorated with your favorite of colors and décor. He uses a hand to grab a stack of papers that had originally been pushed to the corner of your desk, gasping them in his hands and placing them back upon the shelves where they belonged. “Rest, you deserve it.” “You do!” Shokudaikiri lets out a bark of a laugh, reaching over the gap between you – over the cake and desk – and patting your head with the greatest of affections. “Please, enjoy the day off.” “I want to spend it with you two.”

The violet eyed man looked like he was about to choke on air, cheeks flushed a dusty pink. The golden eyed man on the other hand, stares at you with a quizzical expression, his own pale cheeks lightly colored. “M-Master…” Shokudaikiri begins to say.

“That was my wish, honestly.” You perk up with a smile. “So…can we?”

Hasebe clears his throat, recovering from his earlier shock; his palm at his chest, and he bows at the waist oh so slightly. “If that is what you desire, master, I will fulfill it.” “Of course!” The other remarks without hesitation, picking up the knife and plates to divvy out portions. “We…actually had planned to spend the day with you, after all.”

Your cheeks were soon infected by rouge, transferring from them to you. But in the end, you only laugh, making little grabby hands as you take the first slice of cake from the chef of the citadel.

Your wish came true after all. Who would have thought?

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sorry, i know i'm going back to the swords i favor, but what kinds of stories will tsuru, mitsu, and hasebe tell? how do they tell them? surely, tsuru has to have at least some fun anecdotes rattling around him somewhere? thanks! sorry that i'm such a broken record ww i just love hearing your thoughts on them wwww

Rexyyyy, thank you so much for your patience while I was panicking over my finals. But here I am~! Tsuru, Mitsu, Hasebe storyteller headcanons! Let’s crack in!!

Warnings: NOne????????????????

hasebe reminds me of a puppy so take wishbone, the 90s kid show doggo who taught classic literature to kids

Tsurumaru Kuninaga

Oh Tsuru adores kids, going back to the headcanons/idea of him having a soft spot for them due to one of his former masters being a little one, he loves nothing more than to have a little one in his lap (or you, whatever works) and just...ramble on and on about stories and things.

He always loves making horror stories and ghost stories though, he’s super good at making shit up on the fly. After all, he has to when he’s playing so many damn pranks around the citadel.

MOst of his stories have all kinds of twists and turns, surprises in store. He tells them in the most wonderful of ways, with sound effects and arm/hand movements and a twinkle in his eyes and this passion that makes you follow him.

And then he lets out this random scream that scares the shit outta you, just to ensure that you’re paying attention.

Will Tsuru tell stories about shit that happens in the citadel? Of course! He’s always looking to make psychic damage against another TouDan...or you. Damn right he’ll make rumors about the saniwa.

Despite all of this, Tsuru does end his stories with some kinda morals. The good ones...the bad ones.....

“And that’s why you should never mistake salt and sugar...or get Kasen all dirty...or leave milk on the stove unattended...”

There are stories of him talking about himself and the reactions he got out of people, one of his favorite is the syrup incident....which will not ever be talked about around Kasen or Hasebe. Or Shokudaikiri.

Also very much into conspiracy theories. Think Creepypastas and Buzzfeed Unsolved but unhinged because he’ll be tempted to do some kind of dark ritual he found on the internet to see if it’s true or not. NO WE ARE NOT SACRIFICING OOKURIKARA TO A DEMON, PUT DOWN THE KNIFE-

But all in all, as much as Tsuru adores making up stories and telling of happenings around the citadel, there’s something about a good novel that makes him happy. He may not seem like it but he remembers a lot, and probably can tell someone page by page, word by word, about a book he read in the past few days - finished within a couple of hours.

Shokudaikiri Mitsutada

Micchan’s stories are also gentle, fairytale like in nature. He tells the best bedtime stories while rocking someone to sleep. Sada, another tantou, who knows! He tells stories of proud warriors, Western tales, and whatever comes to his mind! He isn’t as good as making up stories on the fly like Tsurumaru but he has a gentle sort of passion to it.

If Tsuru’s making sound effects and using his body to tell a story, Micchan is the one you want telling you a story as a fire roars to life in a fireplace. He’s the one giving you a cup of a warm drink as you can listen to his soft voice, low and gentle, a romantic story spinning at his lips.

Speaking of his voice, it’s so gentle? So soft???? The pERFECT ASMR VOICE????????

All of his stories have morals at the end. The good ones too. Like boogeyman stories but he’ll tone them down if someone doesn’t like those kinda stories. He gives out stories where the heroes win in the end, and everyone is happy.

But then there are times when Micchan will tell stories about the citadel. It’s rather tame stories of little anecdotes of their lives. Little things that paint everyone in a good light! He would never talk too bad about something or someone! Yes he’ll like...lightly scold them in a way, “Do not do as Tsuru-san did, playing pranks on someone jumpy like that will only end up as something terrible.”

Actually most of his stories are lessons of: DO NOT DO WHAT TSURUMARU DOES. MONKEY SEE, MONKEY GO BYE BYE AND RUNS TF AWAY FROM HIS SHENANIGANS

Shokudaikiri does enjoy reading books and like Tsuru, he will most likely have them memorized, especially if someone recommended him a book or its a book someone else likes and he cares about the said person.

Speaking of books, he will probably read all kinds of high fantasy novels or something? Other than cookbooks of course. Maybe travel books as well!

Horror stories??? Never heard of her. Micchan is TERRIFIED of horror stories. He won’t lie that they aren’t interesting or anything but nope. Don’t catch him reading a horror novel anytime soon.

Overall, the stories Micchan tells are sweet and gentle like he is! Stories that bring out the warm fuzzies and restore your faith in humanity, kinda stories.

Heshikiri Hasebe

Motherfucker can’t tell stories for shit. What are those? He’s just here to do work??????

But if you or a tantou or Hakata specifically ask very nicely of him, Hasebe will relent. He doesn’t like talking about the past at all, not about Oda or Nagamasa...he’ll struggle to come up with something off of the top of his head.

Luckily, he remembered seeing some books in your office meant for little ones. He picks out something simple for them, fairytales maybe? Something short and sweet. Maybe he picks out a happy little story? He...didn’t have much of a happy end, maybe he wanted to at least...let someone have a happy ending? Or just read about it? He knows that not all of them had happy endings...lord knows he didn’t. He just wants someone to be happy for once.

If anything he’ll tell them nonfiction tales of facts and knowledge, reading them a scientific book or some shit.

But if Hasebe did have to come up with a story, it’s pretty dry and straight to the point. It has a beginning, middle, and an end. It’s nothing important. Maybe it’s something about what happened in the citadel???

And then there’s the stories that are highkey dragging the other TouDan through the mud because of some fucking shit they pulled. He tends to ramble whenever he rants about another sword and you swear he’s going to blow a blood vessel or something.

“If that fool Tsurumaru tries to break ONE MORE item in this citadel, I will kill him. YEs, do not ever try to balance fifteen plates on your pinky finger, it will not lead to good outcomes.” “And thus, you now know how to wash blood out of white clothing. Don’t ever do what Namazuo did.” he swears his stories have lessons beneath his rambling...he thinks.

Most of the time, his stories do have morals! Yes sometimes he will break out the little boogeyman stories to drive home his point but...it...works?????? It has a lesson? It scares the pants outta people???? It gets the job...done???????????????????

Also cannot handle horror stories for shit either, despite him possibly spooking himself with his own stories. He’ll like...gloss over summaries of horror shit but nopey nope. That aint dope. its also based off of me, i read summaries of horror shit and get spooked and run

HAsebe isn’t...the best at storytelling? He tries his best, but it’s not his main purpose so to speak. But it doesn’t mean he won’t try. If it’s your order, he’ll learn to become the best storyteller he can! Until then....it’s....gonna need some work.

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Child Saniwa: Azuki Nagamitsu, Ichigo Hitofuri, Horikawa Kunihiro

Ah shit y’all, back at it again with the memes. Thank you for requestin, love~!

Azuki Nagamitsu

“I am pleased to meet you, my name is Azuki Nagamitsu...”

“....”

Azuki takes one goddamn look at this baby saniwa and is immediately claiming it as his child. Yes he’ll fight the entire citadel to stake his claim, he’s signing the adoption papers right now. No you cannot stop him. He can and will hold all of these children. He has big enough and strong enough arms.

“Pray tell, little one, do you like sweet things?”

“!!!”

Oh Azuki is a bit of an enabler. He does cook and bake a lot so expect him to sneak a lot of sweets and stuff to the lil kid. He already does it with the little ones around the citadel but even more so if he has a close relationship with the child saniwa. Yes he will ensure that they eat healthy and go to bed on time and maybe he’ll bribe them with sweets to finish their chores on time and all but hey, he does care for them a lot!

Azuki always calls them adorable, cute, and so on and so forth. He adores kids and maybe he has a photo album of adorable pictures of the lil saniwa and the rest of the kids around the citadel just napping together and sleeping together and holding hands and being cute, no he’s not crying.

HIs favorite thing to do with the kid is to go shopping with them! Holding their hand as they walk through whatever aisles they are looking at. Yes maybe he’ll sneak some of their favorite treats into the shopping cart, and maybe he’ll have to curb the child’s habit of snacking on everything but he caves in the end. He’s weak to their puppy eyes. Please help him, he might not be strong enough.

Is that one parent at a recital or something of their child’s with a video camera, crying, and screaming: “YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE”

Azuki isn’t much of a fighter, it doesn’t mean he won’t fucking throw down with the government though. Watch him invite them over for a spot of tea and if they even make a damn negative comment about his master he’ll probably drop some poison in there. No he won’t he’ll just hug the kid closer to him and be that one meme of protecting Kevin Hart.

Azuki is already giving out head pats to all of the kids in the citadel, but to the Saniwa he’s rather physically affectionate. If they want a hug, they can get one. If they wanna hold hands? Hell yeah! Forehead kisses? Damn right he will. Loves giving them head pats and calling them a good kid the most.

Yes he will read them a bedtime story and of course it’s always ones filled with good morals and life lessons!

Azuki is also damn good with sewing. He will make little scarves, and patch up the clothing for the saniwa and even make some clothing for them! He loves it when they are warm and comfy in whatever clothing they like!

Yes Azuki spoils them rotten but he knows his limits. He is the typical overly proud dad who is happy whenever his kid is happy!

Ichigo Hitofuri

"I am Ichigo Hitofuri, the only tachi crafted by Awataguchi Yoshimitsu-”

“....”

The minute Ichi-nii sees this lil kid is his master, he is already bending down to their level and asking where the fuck are their parents. He’s a bit shocked to see someone so young to be his master but he won’t mind. He does have a LOT of little brothers after all! He can take care of them, adding another lil sibling into the bunch won’t hurt anyone!

Adoption papers? Signed? Awataguchi? Accepting of their new sibling. Government? uNFORTUNATELY STILL ALIVE. He knows what it’s like to have trauma and some of his lil bros do have quite a bit of it. Honebami, Yagen to name a few, and pushing such a duty on to such a young person like this...Ichigo won’t lie and say that he isn’t angry at the government for doing this. They don’t deserve this, why can’t they live their life out as a normal kid????

Oh Ichigo has experience in taking care of children and his brothers will also pitch in to make sure that the Saniwa is loved for and taken cared of! They have an army of tantous, two wakizashis, and a tachi at their beck and call now. No one is going to hurt them ever again.

Like Azuki, Ichigo adores children and this little saniwa is no different. Yes he’s rather stern at times and he doesn’t like raising his voice at them but he does need to be a guiding hand at times. He would never hurt them, and he just wants the best for them. He may get angry at them and scold them but he is doing it gently.

Yes the little saniwa is going to get roped into AWT48. Ichigo will personally help them sing and dance as well! If they have stage fright, no worries! He’s happy to still perform for them none the less.

Cuddles. Oh man this little saniwa is never going to be without physical affection. From Ichigo’s cuddles and head pats to the rest of the Toushirous just loving on the kid and random hugs outta nowhere, this kid is going to be so loved.

Ichigo can kinda cook? Not as good as like Kasen or Azuki or anything but he’ll at least make something edible. Probably some instant stuff from a box, more like it. He can decorate it super good though!

If the kid has nightmares, Ichigo is the first to wake up and comfort them. His bros have nightmares a lot and he’s a light sleeper anyway, so he can relate to that - and is always there for them!

Bedtime stories with morals and lessons? Of course! Duh! It’s a group storytime! All day every day!

Ichigo is the big brother everyone wants. The caring big bro who will take a bullet for you, and will probably have some choice words for the government. He cares for you as a parent would, and is just always there!

Horikawa Kunihiro

“Excuse me, has-”

“....”

“....Ah, a second child to take care of.”

Horikawa already has a child on his hands kane-san and he’s already pretty motherly so adopting a kid like this isn’t too out of his range. He’s a lot gentler with them than he is with Kane-san, but no less strict.

No he cannot trust Kane-san around this child. ONe time he left them alone and the kid was stuck in a tree and Kane-san had a broken leg trying to save the damn kid. He will only let them interact under his or another sword’s supervision. Can and will fight Kane-san just to protect this kid.

As Horikawa is good at cleaning, he always tends to the kid’s room and helps them wake up on time. He will most likely be the hawk mum, watching over them with every change he can get to ensure that they are doing their work on time.

He won’t spoil them as much as Ichigo or Azuki would, but he would praise them and reward them in his own way! Mostly with praise and a head pat and a forehead kiss if they’ve been extra good! Yes he’ll cook for them and give them treats but nothing super duper big.

The minute the saniwa calls him Hori-nii or something he will cry. Hell he’ll take being called mom. He doesn’t mind! He’s just happy that he can be there for them!

Oh dude Horikawa will spoil them not with food but with lil things! A flower from the forest, a lil trinket from the store as he passed by, so on and so forth! He knows his limits though.

Yes Horikawa will not hesitate to storm the government building and demand to see whoever the fuck is in charge. He wants to know who the fuck was responsible for this. This is a literal CHILD, where are their PARENTS. Who aLLOWED THIS? Horikawa is now this child’s mom.

He’s like that mom that panics whenever the kid goes missing for like one second. There’s a lot of dangerous things the kid could get into (see the tree incident) and if they get hurt, expect Horikawa to be at their side quicker than Hasebe. Hell he can beat Hasebe in speed and in over-protectiveness, dO NOT TEST THIS YOUNG MAN.

Is also that one mom that is at the kid’s recital, crying joyous tears of pride as they perform. Always has a camera on him to capture such a beautiful moment.

Yes Horikawa is the mom friend and he will not hesitate to become the mom to this saniwa. He will ensure that they go to bed on time and keep them healthy. Will wake them up on time and just be that one parent who is always a presence in their life, knowing when to back away but keeping in touch. Like having ya mum as ya best friend!!!

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I got this idea from a TKRB roleplay I’m doing with a friend and I got feels for Sayoooo.

Hi! New fellows and new Saniwa, my name is Vy and welcome to my blog! I make Saniwa x TouDan shit and I got feels for Sayo. For context, Sayo in his past was sold off to earn money in order to feed the populace during a time of famine. Because of this, I think Sayo actively fears someone going hungry. There’s a dialogue of him with Kasen where he keeps telling Kasen to “eat, eat” and not really pushing him but...insisting? So bam, this was born. Thanks for reading!

Warnings: I love Sayo too much

You always find him here.

In the storehouse, clipboard held to his chest, eyes trained on each box labeled with morsels and goods. A pen in a small pudgy hand, a frown crossing his lips and brows furrowed in thought.

He’s always here whenever he has a nightmare, in the dead of the night or after a nap.

You know why he’s here.

And it hurts.

Why he counts everything so meticulously, marking down little observations of pen on paper. Why whenever he does field duty, he works the hardest. He murmurs something under his breath every time he takes strides – strong, determined, head firmly on his shoulders – towards the fields.

You jolt from your hidden corner, behind the door; peaking past wood to look at the boy who stands there with a flashlight in hand. Dark bags are present under his eyes, his favorite clipboard (you two decorated it with pressed flowers when you first noticed his habit) in his embrace, a familiar pen in hand, chewed and frayed at the end.

“I want to avoid famine…”

“Did I wake you?”

You remind yourself to get him another one in the morning.

“Would you like help?”

“No…I couldn’t sleep.” You answer him truthfully, so much on your mind. Slowly do you stride closer, the boy glancing back down at the paper in his hands. “Is…there anything I can do for you, Sayo?”

The boy falls silent, flipping through parchment. “Just…checking…” he trails off, eyes wandering back up to boxes upon boxes of food. “I lost count.”

The tantou doesn’t speak, he was never good with words – even after being summoned and interacting with the people around him. He’s silent as he hands you a second pen,

“Please.”

You gently take the item from his tiny hands, giving him a gentle grin. “Of course, Sayo.”

The look in his eyes is grateful, a rare and gentle smile crossing his lips – small like he – and disappears the minute his eyes train back on the boxes, focused even more so than the battlefield.

He can control the outcome here, Sayo has a chance to ensure no one goes hungry ever again.

He would never let it happen.

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Storyteller: Mikazuki Munechika, Kogitsunemaru, Nikkari Aoe

Sorry this took so long, love~! But here I am with these headcanons! I hope you love em!

Warnings: Nikkari can and will tell ghost stories, it’s basically Buzzfeed Unsolved but 100% more creepier. Mikazuki is a lil shit. Kogi is probs the only trustworthy one. Short general headcanons for da boysssss

Mikazuki Munechika

Oh ask Mikazuki to tell you a story he will smile softly, pat his lap (if you two are dating) or at the spot beside him, and will asking, “What kind, master? I know many.” and he does.

He may look like a simple little jiji but this man has GOSSIP. He knows what the hell is going on in the citadel somehow, either by word of mouth or spying on everything and seeing whatever the hell they are doing. Maybe he’ll embellish the stories just to cause some chaos in the citadel and just to see you or a little one laugh, but Mikazuki does aim to please.

Lord help you if there is some romance going on in the citadel. Mikazuki is always somehow the first to know who is in love with who, even worse when he can tease them about it. Especially when it comes to you. He may let out some subtle hints that he knows what the hell is going on before full on explaining that he will do his best to help you get together with that person. If you’re in love with him however, jiji just blurts it out no qualms here.

Oh he adores telling stories to the little ones. Those stories are always of lil shenanigans around the citadel, and probably fairytales and folktales. He will happily read to the little ones from a storybook. The thing is, as a storyteller, he may pause and try to keep the suspense, a guessing game in a way.

“Ho ho ho, do try and guess what happens next.” he would say with a smirk.

And then there are times when he will ‘forget’ a part of a story and just make up shit on the fly. He’s really good at that. Along with sounding convincing most of time, you can’t tell if his little gossip stories are real or not at times. He’s very vague at times, probably because he’s a lil shit and will blame his forgetfulness on his old age.

Jiji also tells stories that have a moral behind them, mostly for the younger generation. It’s good to tell stories and cautionary tales at time ya know? Especially the ones with a little violence. He will tone it down depending on who is present but will not hesitate to go into the gorey details if it suits him/trying to give someone a good scare.

Finds horror stories hilarious, can and will read some to everyone. Don’t go to him at night, he’s up reading horror stories. Will tell you all about them/tell anyone who is listening to him. No one is sleeping tonight, for better or for worse.

Even his master is not safe from the gossip stories that Mikazuki will say, you have been warned.

Kogitsunemaru

Animal stories. Nothing but animal stories. Fairytales, folktales, myths, all of the above. Maybe it’s because he can relate to the said creatures of the world, forged by the god Inari and all. He has a soft spot for animal based tales.

But telling stories is something that Kogi adores! The minute you ask him, his eyes will light up and will jovially pat his lap or the spot beside him. The minute you or a little one sits down, he will oh so happily go rant about whatever was on his mind.

He doesn’t tell stories of the others around the citadel no that’s mikazuki’s job but if he does talk about his day, it’s always lighthearted and sweet. Full of nothing but praise for their coworkers but also sometimes he will have a dig at them. Perhaps it’s Mikazuki’s influence? Maybe Kogi want’s to go apeshit? Who knows? No one knows, only Kogitsunemaru.

Kogi lives for making people smile, ruffling their hair as he tells them stories. He will only pick out stories that have happy endings and that is a fact.

Will make up funny voices for each character/imitate the voices of the other people around the citadel.

See while Mikazuki will gossip to inflict 70-80% psychic damage and 20% to help, Kogitsunemaru’s gossip are at least 50/50, they are meant to help but sometimes he does give out psychic damage.

Only wholesome ghost stories in this house. No way is he going to tell the more terrifying ones that will cause a ho to stay up past their bed time because ghosts scary.

Is also slightly into conspiracy theories for shits and giggles.

Nikkari Aoe

SAY GOODBYE TO SLEEPING IF YOU ASK HIM TO TELL YOU A STORY. GOD FORBID HE TELLS YOU A GHOST STORY.

Nikkari always seems to know the best ghost stories. If you happen to be into that kind of thing. Stories you haven’t heard of before, tall tales, cautionary tales, folk tales. So on and so forth.

Despite this, Nikkari knows to tone down his stories for the little ones and you if you lot cannot handle ghost stories.

Nikkari may know a lot of stories, but he will try his best not to scare anyone around him. Because of this, he will pick up stories from the other swords or even from books he has to read.

But Nikkari is really good at making up stories too, his stories are almost unorthodox. Think Lewis Carroll and Alice in Wonderland kind of nonsense. You can still make out what the hell is going on, but he paints such a strange and vivid scene that you cannot help but admire the poetic words that pour of his mouth in utter awe.

Of course, if you or another one asks to hear a different story, a more wholesome one, Nikkari will do his best. It will be wholesome but it’s just full of so many twists and turns! He knows what to do to make your hair stand on its end, for a good reason this time. His voice is super nice after all, you can fall asleep to that shit.

Will happily read a story to the tantous or you! As said before, Nikkari has a very soft voice. He becomes a wonderful reader of like sweet wholesome bedtime stories as he strokes the head of anyone who is with him at the time.

He is also very much into conspiracy theories. Think Ryan Bergara energy but with Shane’s snark.

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I'm feeling a bit evil... what would drive Shokudaikiri, Yagen, and Koryuu to tears? Be it angry or sad... some negative outcome, I suppose >:3c I feel like hurting some bois in this chilis tonight. I want the angst to Hurt, hehe. Thanks!

OH HOHOHOHOHOHOHO LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Warnings: Sadness, angst, trauma(?) I did my besty. Delving into the nightmares headcanons I made for Yagen too. @rexcaliburechoes‘ essays on these guys are waaay better than i could ever come up with. Dedicated to rexy because I couldn’t have done this without em. I kept this kinda short because....my hEART HURTS IM SORRYYYY

here take some happy cute gifs before we dive into the angst.

Shokudaikiri MItsutada

Micchan being shaken to tears is rather easy. Look at his nightmares. Of the earthquake of his breaking of...of a lot. You two being together or not, Micchan tends to wake up in tears because of these nightmares. They hurt him so so bad.

It’s worse when you two have a close relationship, romantic or not. Micchan has nightmares about you. Of your death and that’s a given. But if you die, he thinks that he failed you. That he is supposed to be this cool sword, ingrained in the memories of people to not forget him. He worries that you will indeed forget him and take the memory of him to your grave

It’s the same with the Dategumi and the people around him he’s become close to. Nightmares of their deaths.

But to be honest I think the thing that makes Micchan cry the most (other than the nightmares) are earthquakes and the idea being useless - of failing.

Going back to the serious Micchan headcanons I made, Micchan cannot handle the idea of coming back from a fight and just...not being able to protect someone. He internalizes things a lot and it’s really not healthy. He brushes off concerns of others, claiming that he’s alright. If the Dategumi gets hurt during a night, of course he’s going to not take it all that well. It’s his fault. What if they fucking died?

It takes a lot for Micchan to cry, but sometimes the tears just come out? He hides them for so long that sometimes it’s just building and building and building until the dam bursts and he’s just found crying in the middle of the kitchen?

He tries to cry alone though, no one should see him like this. He won’t look cool if he cries, showing weakness to the people around him. They’re going to think lowly of him, disgusted at his weakness.

Yagen Toushirou

Yagen, like Micchan, internalizes his feelings a lot. He won’t admit that he’s crying or anything and it’s rare for him to even do that at all. It hangs in his heart, a weight - a stone to a sinking ship. Except the stone is like a fucking meteor that is plummeting him down faster into the depths and he’s drowning and he can’t breathe and one wrong step he’ll choke himself on the chains- Yagen does not cry.

When he does though, it’s...quiet. He is a protective sword, a close combat fighter. If anything happens to his brothers he would be devastated. If anything happened to Ichi-nii he would almost want to die. He’s calm, collected, and put together. Crying is a business he isn’t made for.

If you two are close and you’re hurt? Yagen will shed some tears for you for his brothers - then it’s back to normal Yagen. He has to shove them aside, they’re useless in the face of battle.

It’s rare for him to actually sob, it’s collected tears at the corner of his eyes. Tears he doesn’t know are coming, a foreign sensation. It begins soft, maybe there’s some heart-wrenching whimpers but most of the time it’s quiet; a hand over his mouth to prevent him from being heard. He cannot be heard. He cannot be found crying. That just isn’t him.

If anything if there is an instance where he is in fact brought to tears it centers around his brothers or you, when either one of you are injured - or worse, a brother broken. Again he will go on a walk to try and clear his head, to be brave in front of the rest of the citadel. He is stronger than this, one of the most mature of the tantou. Then it just...comes out.

The sobs are a little louder this time when he cries of a broken friend or of a broken brother, of how he failed to protect them - or how he could have protected you better. He beats himself up about this a lot.

Yagen’s tears are silent, creeping up on him, invisible. It doesn’t seem like he’s crying half of the time but you need to catch him and hold him during that time.

Koryuu Kagemitsu

Koryuu will admit that he has some abandonment issues and issues with himself in general. He was once considered a fake just because he was in the possession of a peasant family.His entire life he’s been passed from one person to the next, like Souza in a way. While Souza is much more melancholic about it, Koryuu portrays it in a way that seems alright?

If anything, Koryuu is just a lonely soul. He’s had many masters and none of them were....good? He wishes for a saniwa that is pure and honest.

So telling him a lie will honestly crack his trust in you. Not being up front with him will also cause him to not resent you but become distant.

If anything, Koryuu cries whenever someone else cries. He shares their pain, he cannot handle it if someone is hurting. He wants to make them happy. It’s almost Tsuru-like in a way but for Koryuu, he’s a bleeding heart. They shouldn’t feel such a thing.

Koryuu rarely cries. He doesn’t hide it like Yagen or Micchan above, but it’s more so along the lines of he can openly cry in front of others.

But what gets him is the fact that his journey to find his one true master, the master he can trust above all us might be...fruitless? All of his masters are poor, betrayed, demonized, or died horrible deaths. When this reality sets in, that he’s just only to be passed from one person to the next, no real home in sight - that scares him the most. Romantic relationship or not with Koryuu, he’s scared because he can’t find a place to belong to. That is what scares him the most.

It’s when this thought settles into him, that a home or a one true master does not exist because it can’t. Humans are flawed, one may think that they are just but the other party views them as demonic - does Koryuu begin to cry. He’s chasing after a dream that he knows isn’t real, he buries it under being all free-spirited, to try and breathe hope and life back into that goal of his. In the end though, he’ll never find it.

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i’m coming home, sweet home

iT’S STILL LOVING FUDOU YUKIMITSU HOURS, GOT INSPIRED BY @lan-desolate‘s HEADCANONS AND BY @rexcaliburechoes HABIT OF STAYING UP TILL 2AM TO WELCOME THEIR SWORD BOIS HOME FROM KIWAME, REXY PLS SLEEP. Could also be seen as a sequel to 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕜𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠?

Fudou honestly thought he could sneak into the citadel, at the crack of dawn, when no one was around and he was left to his thoughts.

He is a tantou after all, meant to be small and sneaky and swift and sly.

What he did not expect, however, was for you to wait until the most ungodly hours of the morning in order to see him.

In hindsight, maybe he should have? He has seen you stay up before, waiting for whatever may come: a team to return home, a Kiwame journey reaching its end, or something over the internet that he cannot fathom yet.

But in the back of his mind, he wonders and ponders that if he was worth it.

Was he?

It is a question that never leaves him, even after his travels.

It follows him.

Haunts him.

A ghostly specter that nips at his heels and gnaws at the neurons in his brain, and no matter how many times he brushes the pest to the back of his mind – where it will hopefully stay locked away and hidden and rot – it comes back again and again and again with even more jeers and taunts.

“Fudou!”

It was soon punted back into its cage, however, at the sound of your voice. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, your name dancing upon the tip of his tongue.

But it is the people beside you that cause him to hesitate, from running into your arms and giving you the biggest of hugs.

“Welcome home.” It is Yagen who speaks up first, pushing his glasses up further so he could see, a warm jacket around his form – shaking his head with a snort as he watches you dash into the courtyard, still clad in nothing but a blanket and pajamas. He follows after you, making no sound as he crosses the yard; chuckling as you tackle him into your slightly frigid embrace.

“It is good to see you, Fudou,” Souza’s voice is melodic as birds would, his own movements nothing short of graceful. He is tired, it is plain to see – dark bags under his eyes and also sporting a blanket around his thinner shoulders – but the smile upon his lips is nothing short of gentle and kind and welcoming.

Hasebe finishes the dashing quartet of exhausted lot, the bags under his eyes not as noticeable at the others but paint his skin. Fudou wonders if he will be scolded, almost steeling himself for his words, back straight and chest puffed out.

Then a hand rests on his head, ruffling his royal purple locks, messing up the red ribbon that held it all together.

“You did well, Fudou.”

You did well, Fudou.

The sentence rings in his ears, in his brain, in his soul, in his core as a tsukumogami.

The tears begin to fall, his face buried into your shoulder; loud sobs erupting from his body. His hands cling on to the clothing upon you, tears staining cotton and silk. Your hand finds his back, shushing him softly and rubbing circles into his skin.

The hustle and bustle of everyone waking up within the citadel does not reach Fudou’s ears, existing in there here and now.

Soon a party would be held, of course there would be, there always is one. It’s something to be celebrated.

Fudou Yukimitsu is worth it.

Because he always had been.

And so the boy holds his head aloft, the smile reaching from ear to ear.

“I’m home!”

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